The crypto world is not a battlefield, it's a hunting ground!

Each of us is a hunter!
Let's look at this hunter's story, you'll definitely be inspired!

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He stayed in this forest for three years.

In three years, he saw prey walk past confidently in front of him, and he saw companions rush out anxiously, then fall into traps. He saw someone wait under a tree for a whole day and night, finally getting a shot just before dawn. He also saw someone unable to wait, wildly shooting into the bushes, and ultimately running out of bullets and supplies, carried out of the forest.

This forest is called "Crypto Circle."

Some say this is a battlefield. But the old hunter knows, it’s not. On the battlefield, you need bravery. Here, what you need is—patience.

The old hunter never hunts prey. He only waits. Waits for the prey to walk into his "ambush zone." He drew this zone over years, marking where the water holes (support levels), where the ridges (resistance levels), and where prey might stop to rest (sideways consolidation). He calls these positions the "steps."

Every morning, he does one thing: check if his steps have changed, if prey is approaching. If not, he continues to wait. He never asks "When will the prey come," because he knows, prey is not called forth, it comes by waiting.

Every year, new hunters enter the forest. They carry the most advanced guns, full of momentum, eager to hunt a year's worth of prey on the first day.

One new hunter saw the bushes shake, and without hesitation, rushed forward and fired. The shot hit nothing but a gust of wind. He wasted a bullet.

Another new hunter saw a shadow of prey in the distance, excitedly chased after it. He crossed three mountains, but the prey disappeared, and he lost his way. When he returned to camp, most of his bullets and dry food were gone.

Another new hunter heard someone shout "Prey is coming," but he didn't even look, raising his gun and firing a burst. After shooting, he realized his gun was pointed at nothing.

There are many hunters like this in the forest. They always ask: "Where is the prey? Why can't I hit it?" The old hunter doesn't speak. He knows, the answer isn't in the prey, but in themselves.

Someone laughs at the old hunter: "You're too timid, you don't dare to shoot when the prey comes."

The old hunter smiles and says nothing. He knows, most of those who laugh at him have already left the forest empty-handed. Only leaving behind shells and debts.

Someone asks him: "How do you always manage to hit the prey?"

The old hunter says: "Because I don't shoot. I wait until the prey walks into my scope."

The new hunters don't believe it. They think the old hunter is just lucky.

Until one day, a huge prey appears in everyone's view. Some rush out, some hide behind trees trembling, some hesitate. Someone fires, but misses; someone fires multiple shots, scaring the prey away.

Only the old hunter remains still. He counts the prey's footsteps: one, two, three... When the prey steps into his ambush zone, he pulls the trigger. One shot, dead.

The new hunter is stunned: "How do you know it will walk there?"

The old hunter says: "I don't know. But I know, if it doesn't come here, I will keep waiting."

"Waiting" doesn't mean doing nothing. It means preparing everything well, then waiting for the wind to come.

In this forest, prey run past every day. But not every one of them is your prey. You can't catch them all; you only need to catch—the one that belongs to you.

Many hunters go home empty-handed, not because their marksmanship is bad, but because they can't control themselves. Seeing shadows, hearing the wind, chasing after others who run away.

In the end, they don't catch prey, run out of bullets, and waste themselves.

This is the discipline of hunters. It is also the discipline of trading.

Move only when the line is reached, stay still when it isn't. Don't look for more, don't bottom fish.

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