RAVE is now at 1.2.

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The guy at the neighboring workstation has gone to the bathroom eight times since this morning. Not because of diarrhea, but to hide inside and watch the charts. Every time he comes out, his face looks different; the last time he came out, his face was green, the same color as the K-line on his screen.

He told me last month that he bought RAVE at over six dollars. Said it’s a Web3 music revolution, even Jay Chou invested. I don’t understand Web3, but judging by how excited he is, it’s like when he chased the school beauty back in the day—completely clueless about the future, already planning his kid’s school district. Later, he never mentioned Jay Chou again.

At lunch, he stared at his boxed meal in a daze, then suddenly asked me, “Do you think a dollar can hold?” I said I’m not a dog whale, how would I know. He stabbed his chopsticks into the rice and said, “If a whale stood in front of me now, I’d smash this box of rice on his head.” Then he lowered his head to eat quickly, cheeks puffed out. His phone was on the table, screen facing up, RAVE’s K-line glowing green, the low point at 0.94 like a needle stuck at the bottom of the screen.

In the afternoon, he went to the bathroom again. When he came back, his phone screen had a crack. He said it was no big deal, accidentally hit the sink. The crack runs diagonally from top left to bottom right, just splitting the K-line in half. He said, “Look, it’s completely broken now, it can’t go up again.” After saying that, he slammed the phone onto the table, screen facing down. The crack was facing up.
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He left work early, didn’t even take his bag. I went to his workstation to get his bag, and his phone was still on the table. I flipped it over, the screen was on, RAVE jumped to 1.21. The crack ran across the K-line like a river. His order was still there, selling at 1.5, been hanging for a week. I locked the screen and put the phone into his bag. The bag was very light, only had the phone and a pack of cigarettes, opened, with more than half left. He used to smoke a pack a day, now not even a single cigarette can be finished—no money to buy.