I, a genius trader, from contract liquidation to spot zero, the path of becoming a god

Brothers, you’ve definitely seen that kind of person in various groups.

Profile picture is a Rolex Hulk, the朋友圈 background is a galloping horse logo on the steering wheel, and the signature says: “Cognition monetization, losing money because you’re not努力enough.”

Exactly, I’m talking about myself—the once renowned genius trader on the internet.

Today, I drink with the drunkenness of half a bottle of Niulanshan, tears in my eyes as I write down my legendary fall. On this road, I am neither孤单 nor lonely, because millions of “me” are precisely bottom-fishing in the same abyss.

Chapter One: The god of contracts, the king of liquidation

The story begins when I discovered the secret to wealth. I stayed up late studying MACD, KDJ, Chan Theory, Elliott Waves, and finally concluded: technology is not as good as metaphysics, and metaphysics is not as good as “I feel.”

That day at 3 a.m., I stared at a 15-minute candlestick, adrenaline surging, like Columbus discovering a new continent. My trembling hand sent out that sacred screenshot in the community:

“BTC all-in long! 30x leverage! Can this position trap me? Don’t you want the dog whales to send you money?”

At that moment, I was a god. The group boiled over, full of “Follow,” “Big shot, take me along,” “Club models.” I watched the floating profit numbers jump, as if I had already seen the starry ceiling of a Rolls-Royce Phantom.

Then, a needle.

Not an ordinary upper shadow, but the kind of needle that容嬷嬷扎紫薇 would use. The price, with极其丝滑的姿态, broke through my stop-loss (if I had set one), broke through my margin, and by the way, broke through my dignity.

At the moment of liquidation, the exchange sent me a慰问短信: “Dear user, your position has been fully liquidated.”

I screenshot this message, added a black-and-white filter, and posted a朋友圈: “Cognitive loss, paying for the pattern.” Accompanied by a selfie with a cigarette, eyes忧郁且深邃.

This is the first lesson of a genius trader: as long as I don’t say it’s liquidation, it’s “liquidity replenishment.”

Chapter Two: Enlightenment in spot, the romance of zeroing out

After the contract blew up, I沉沉了大概十五分钟. In the steam of instant noodles, I suddenly悟了.

“Futures are gambling, spot is investing.” I wrote this line in my notebook, each word泣血.

Since I can’t hold onto futures, I’ll play spot. This time, I won’t touch mainstream coins; those rise slowly and don’t match my genius IQ. I want to find hundredfold coins, I want to find value dips.

I lurked in the土狗群 for three days, targeting a project: MarsBabyDogeFlokiShiba Inu V3.0. The white paper was machine-translated, the project team was anonymous, the community was muted, but the concept was real—metaverse decentralized finance pet social chain game,简称“什么也不是” (which means “nothing at all”).

Everyone said this was a貔貅盘, but I didn’t believe it. I looked at the K-line proudly in the group and asked: “Do you understand what a washout is? This bottom golden cross resonance, it’s obvious that big funds are accumulating!”

I decisively converted my last savings into U, went全仓, and冲了进去. The K-line拉出了一根惊天大阳线, and my account balance immediately tripled.

According to the plot, I should sell now. But who am I? I am someone who has received a liquidation medal.

“This isn’t anywhere near enough. Double my principal, let the profits run, I want a hundred times!”

I didn’t withdraw, but instead pulled out all my花呗,借呗, and credit cards, and added at the peak precisely. I thought this wasn’t a梭哈, this was leverage art from《Rich Dad Poor Dad》.

The subsequent story is worthy of a二胡独奏《二泉映月》. The project team quietly withdrew at 4 a.m., the pool was drained, and the K-line turned into a straight line.

I wanted to sell, but liquidity had already归零. That once vibrant数字 became an eternal纪念章 in my wallet, worth 0.0000000 USD.

That’s when I finally understood: liquidation at least makes a sound, like fireworks,瞬间即逝. But zeroing out is a漫长的凌迟, a punch on cotton, watching that coin icon late at night, still exquisite, but your life is already烂了.

Chapter Three: The end of a big shot is just running errands

From then on, from futures to spot, I completed an extremely gorgeous symmetrical aesthetic: my left cheek was swollen, and my right cheek was not spared.

I once thought I was that one-in-a-million trading genius, now I see I was only that:

· Teaching others to read K-lines on forums, ending up at the gate of a construction site.
· Calling signals and leading trades in groups, ending up giving testimony at the police station.
· The so-called genius trader is just fertilizer for the exchange’s liquidity.

Finally, I cleared all those “get rich quick” chat records, replaced the Rolex in my avatar with the default gray silhouette.

Someone asked me, why don’t I analyze the market anymore?

I took a drag of a 7.5 yuan Hongtashan, looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and淡淡地说:

“Futures blew up, spot zeroed out. Now I just want to deliver food to pay off my debts. This行情, I analyze it a der.”

(The End)

【Postscript】
Dedicated to those friends still迷恋“hundredfold futures,” “ten-thousandfold spot.” The essence of the financial market is not to make dreams, but to harvest. Before you plan to go all-in with your wife’s savings, ask yourself: are you a genius, or is even this讽刺文写的都是你?
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