Hey, family! Stop watching the charts and look up, listen to me!

These past two days, that “Token B” on the trading screen has been going up into the sky like it drank fake liquor—so wild it has no regard for family or kin. Even the brothers in the group are staring in shock, and they came to ask me: “Did this guy take the wrong medicine? Or did the market maker add an extra zero when buying in?”

Today, I’m going to strip it down for you and pull out its underwear:

First, this is absolutely not the kind of move created by clueless retail moms blindly buying. In our crypto circle, if a coin can get such a violent, savage surge, it’s definitely been pumped up by the main forces feeding it a big bowl of mind-fog called “top-tier narrative.” This kid now thinks he’s the chosen one, jacked up on adrenaline with a full tank of chicken blood, and strapped with a rocket launcher as he flies up into the sky. All of this is being pushed up purely by emotion and story!

Second, the faster it runs, the easier it is to “mess yourself up” (a.k.a. “hang yourself”). Brothers, don’t get carried away. Since this kid is surging so hard, the old-timers who got on the train early—right now they probably have already picked out the interior color of their Porsche too. Their fingers are just hovering over the “sell” button, ready to smash the order book and drive off the lot at any moment!

So next comes the real “truth-revealing mirror” moment—whether Token B is a “real tough guy” or a “quick-shooting guy” is going to depend on whether it can stand its legs straight in the cold wind of a sell-off halfway up the mountainside!

After that, the script has only two ways forward:

Either, the cheer squad is too powerful: outside the venue, new money keeps coming in to shout and cheer for him—this kid, gritting his teeth, can still keep blasting all the way to the moon!

Or, the crowd of onlookers disperses: once no one is paying money anymore, then he can only obediently find a curb to squat by, take a puff of a dull cigarette, and think about whether to just lie flat or go back home to move bricks.

Final order: Don’t look at how happily other people are running and then let your head get hot and dive under the wheels of the car—that’s called rushing to volunteer as the bag-holder. In this casino where everything depends on stories to fool people, you’ve got to learn to read the tide of emotions!