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 monetizes, losing money is 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 Niulan Mountain, 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 inferior to metaphysics, 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. 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, give me a boost,” “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 (a reference to a dramatic scene). 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.

In 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, 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” (nothing at all).

Everyone said it was a貔貅盘 (a type of speculative 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 obvious that big funds are accumulating!”

I decisively exchanged my last savings for U, went全仓, and冲了进去. The candlestick拉了一根惊天大阳线, the account balance immediately tripled.

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

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

I didn’t withdraw, but instead pulled out all my花呗,借呗, and信用卡, and added at the peak precisely. I thought this wasn’t梭哈, this was the杠杆艺术 in《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 candlestick turned into a straight line.

I wanted to sell, but liquidity had already归零. The once vibrant数字, turned into an eternal纪念章 in my wallet, worth 0.#分享美股交易贏輝達股票 USD.

That’s when I finally understood: liquidation at least makes a sound, like fireworks,瞬间即逝. But zeroing out is a long凌迟, a punch on cotton, watching that coin icon in the deep 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: the left side of my face swollen, the right side not spared.

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

· Teaching others to read K-lines on forums, ending up at the construction site watching the gate.
· Calling signals and leading trades 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” 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 the 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 still迷恋“hundredfold futures,” “ten thousand times spot” friends. The essence of the financial market isn’t making dreams, it’s harvesting. Before you decide to go all-in with your wife’s savings, ask yourself: are you a genius, or is this entire satirical article about you?