You are a dev in the crypto world, living in a small rental apartment in Shenzhen with your roommate.
You, who once dominated the BSC, suddenly feel a bit bored. You happen to hear that SOL is gaining popularity, so you plan to shift the battlefield to SOL and carve out your own territory.
You have infiltrated several 'local dog group chats.' Even as a dev, you often share your true feelings. You share your meals with your friends, tell them what movies you watched, and what you cursed about, pretending to be a fool in the group every day.
In fact, you secretly open trading behind the scenes, sending out 50 conspiracy trades to various groups each day, and you also @ your friends pretending to say, 'Bro, help me take a look at this CA, I feel it can fly, why not put some in.'
As long as the group friends get on board, you will immediately sell off your dev tokens and dump the 20 pre-arranged hidden tokens on the heads of the group friends. When the group is filled with curses, you lead the way by saying, 'Stupid dev, f*** you.' You play the role of a perfect victim.
But paper cannot contain fire forever. One day, the group owner discovers the fact that you have been poisoning the group, crazily @ing you. At this moment, you see your group friends turning against you, and you dare not say a word. You silently exit the group chat, even afraid to look at how your friends feel about you.
When you go out at night, you suddenly smell a terrible stench coming from yourself. It turns out you haven't been out for half a month. This is the first time you step out of your house in the last two weeks.
Looking back, it seems you have no friends in real life anymore. Your group friends have become your internet family, chatting with you for at least 16 hours a day and night, yet you keep sending one poisonous CA after another to your internet family.
In a moment of daze, you feel a bit of remorse. Thinking of the friends who once chatted with you about everything suddenly turning against you with harsh words feels like needles piercing your heart. You are lost, lost your best friends, lost the destination for tonight's outing, as if even a foot spa is meaningless to you, even less interesting than your friends' stories by a thousandth.
At one moment, you are even tired of this life of deceit and trickery. You don't want to be a dev anymore; you want to rush into stupid trades with your friends, make money together and laugh, lose money and curse together, but you can never go back... You are still a stupid dev.