Holy crap—just now I was scrolling through the news and saw that a friend from my campus days was caught selling drugs. The amount involved was over 1,000 kilograms. It’s either the death penalty or life imprisonment without parole. I was like, what the hell—why is it that the people around me are all the same? They’re all in their twenties too. None of them were born into a rich family. One after another over these past few years: supercars or Patek Philippe. Turns out they all went to do gray-market stuff. Only I’m the miserable loser stuck in the crypto圈, getting slaughtered over and over. But “easy money, easy death”—that saying is right.