Yellow Hair stared at the trading chart, his hands trembling like he had Parkinson's. The Ford, the Lincoln, the Bush—positions in all three crypto tokens were completely locked in at Langzi's peak. Now they'd been cut in half, then halved again, without even a splash in the water.

At 3 AM, Yellow Hair refreshed the livestream of "Crypto Big V Neihu," his eyes bloodshot, while the chat scrolled: "Top up your faith!" "Langzi 100x by next year!" "Bears go die!" Neihu wore a "To the moon" T-shirt, screaming hoarsely: "Brothers, Langzi is a golden dip! The whales are just shaking out papers! The bottom-fishing opportunity is right in front of your eyes!"

Yellow Hair gritted his teeth and messaged Neihu: "Bro, can I add more positions? I'm about to get liquidated."

Neihu replied instantly: "Little brother, I just added another 1000 bitcoins! Harleck Island project—I'm personally backing it. The whale has finished accumulating. Pump incoming next week! If you don't add now, you'll be kicking yourself later!"

Yellow Hair looked at the meager margin left in his account, then at his mobile banking app—his credit cards could still be maxed out, his mortgage could be refinanced, and he'd even secretly written down his father-in-law's retirement account password.

"Fuck it, fortune favors the bold!" Yellow Hair steeled himself, liquidized everything he could get his hands on, and clicked the buy button for Harleck Island.

He trembled as he opened Neihu's livestream, only to find he'd already gone offline, with only a pinned announcement: "Family, I'm heading to Dubai to discuss Harleck Island business. See you when I'm back!"

The top comment in the replies read:

"Neihu dumped all his Langzi yesterday, went all-in on Harleck Island. Heard the project team is his little brother-in-law."

Yellow Hair's phone hit the ground with a smack.

Outside the window, dawn broke.

He stared at the screen at that "break-even line" that would never be reached again, muttering to himself:

"Could I... get a chance to delist?"