#美伊冲突再升级

Staying up, live from 11.40 to 5.40, burning the midnight oil—am I really that full of myself, just blowing smoke?
Or is it that, in the live room, I run into plenty of old pioneers from 2019/2020?
Sigh, bro, most of the old brothers basically buried their so-called “faith” in their bottom line—spot is temporarily trapped up on the mountaintop, and the contracts are basically weighed down with mounting liabilities. Looks like years of boiling a frog in warm water have turned the industry’s belief into nothing but personal superstition and worship. “You’re doomed/did you get the luck screwed,” huh. And then they say I was too pessimistic last year—mocking/toasting that couple who only churn out grand, sweeping narratives. What can I say? I’ve got nothing but silence. Looking at the logic behind their behavioral trail, I won’t consider getting on the train unless it hits 0.1. How many of you have been leading the charge while everyone else gets screwed in the ass? I can only sigh, “oh…”