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

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

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

Exactly, I’m talking about myself — once a legendary trader who dominated the internet.

Today, I write this legendary downfall with tears, fueled by half a bottle of Niulanshan. On this road, I am neither alone 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: technique is inferior to metaphysics, and metaphysics is inferior to “I feel.”

That day at 3 a.m., I stared at a 15-minute candlestick, adrenaline surging, like Columbus discovering a new continent. I trembled as I posted a sacred screenshot in the community:

“BTC all-in long! 30x leverage! Can this position trap me? The whale gives you money, and you refuse?”
At that moment, I was a god. The group was boiling, full of “Follow,” “Big shot, lead the way,” “Club models.” I watched the floating profit numbers flicker, as if I saw the starry ceiling of a Rolls-Royce Phantom.

Then, a needle.

Not an ordinary upper shadow, but the kind of needle that Nong Mo Mo pricked Zi Wei with. The price, in an extremely smooth manner, 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 condolence message: “Dear user, your position has been fully liquidated.”

I screenshot this message, applied 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 melancholic and profound.

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

After the contract blew up, I was depressed for about fifteen minutes. Amid the steam of instant noodles, I suddenly悟了.

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

Since I can’t hold onto futures, I’ll play spot. This time, I won’t touch mainstream coins — those grow too slowly to match my genius IQ. I want to find 100x coins, I want to find value dips.

I lurked in the Dog Coin group 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 — a metaverse, decentralized finance, pet social chain game, abbreviated as “nothing at all.”

Everyone said it was a pheasant pattern, but I didn’t believe it. I proudly asked in the group: “Do you understand what a washout is? This bottom golden cross resonance, it’s obviously big funds accumulating!”

I decisively exchanged my last savings for U, went all-in. The candlestick formed a shocking big green candle, and my account balance tripled.

According to the plot, I should sell now. But who am I? I’ve earned a liquidation medal before.

“This is just the beginning. Double my principal, let profits run, I want a hundredfold!”

I didn’t withdraw, but instead borrowed from Huabei, Jiebai, and credit cards, precisely adding at the peak. I thought this wasn’t a all-in, this was the leverage art in “Rich Dad Poor Dad.”

The subsequent story is worthy of a erhu solo “Moon Reflected in the Second Spring.” The project team quietly withdrew at 4 a.m., the pool was drained, and the candlestick turned into a straight line.

I wanted to sell, but liquidity had already zeroed out. That once vibrant number became an eternal badge in my wallet, worth $0.0000000.

That’s when I realized, liquidation at least makes a sound, like fireworks, fleeting. Zeroing out, however, is a long torture, a punch on cotton, watching that coin icon at midnight, still exquisite, but your life is already rotten.

Chapter Three: The end of a big shot is to run errands

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

I once thought I was that rare trading genius, now I see I was just that:

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

Finally, I cleared all those “get rich quick with signals” 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 puff of a 7.5 yuan Hongtashan, looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and淡淡ly said:

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

That’s it, I’m off to deliver food.