(The Delivery Guy's Rise in the Cryptocurrency World)

Chapter One: The Heavy Pressure of Life

The blazing sun of July in Beijing hung like a fireball in the sky, as Wang Xiaojun rode his electric bike through the CBD office buildings. His blue delivery uniform was already soaked with sweat, and beads of sweat kept dripping down his forehead.

"Ding dong," the delivery system's notification sound rang on his phone.

"Wow, it's the 49th floor of Beishen Building again, and the elevator is going to take forever to come." Wang Xiaojun glanced at his phone and sighed. This was the 38th order of the day, still 12 orders short of his daily goal of 200 yuan.

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Recipient's note: Just leave it at the front desk, don't delay our work!

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Wang Xiaojun smiled wryly; he had become accustomed to this condescending tone.

In the elevator, the well-dressed white-collar workers instinctively squeezed into the corners, as if the delivery guy had some unpleasant aura about him. Wang Xiaojun lowered his head, silently counting the floors as the elevator ascended.

"Xiaojun, look at Xiao Zhang; he's already a project manager. When are you going to get a proper job?" When he returned to the rented room at night, his girlfriend Zhang Li started her familiar lecture again.

"Lili, I've been researching Bitcoin investments lately; look at the current situation..."

"It's those messy things of yours again!" Zhang Li interrupted, "My classmate Liu Fang's boyfriend has already bought a house, and you're still delivering packages! My mom is right; there's no future following you."

Wang Xiaojun tightened his grip on his phone, as the screen displayed the K-line chart of Bitcoin. He knew this was an opportunity, but it seemed no one wanted to understand him.

Late at night, lying in bed, Wang Xiaojun tossed and turned, unable to sleep. His WeChat dinged:

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Old Li: "Bro, take on more orders tomorrow; Old Zhang is on leave, and you have to cover his area."

Wang Xiaojun: "Okay."

Zhang Li: "My mom asked me to take you home for dinner this weekend. If you keep being like this, we might really have to consider it."

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He turned off his phone and walked to the window. In the distance, the CBD buildings were brightly lit, and behind every window was a successful person in the eyes of others.

"One day, I will have an office of my own there," Wang Xiaojun muttered to himself.

He opened his laptop and continued studying the Bitcoin white paper. The blue light from the screen illuminated his weary but determined eyes.

At 5 a.m. the next morning, Wang Xiaojun arrived early at the delivery station.

"Xiaojun, did you stay up late again last night?" The station master, Lao Wang, handed him a steamed bun.

"I'm studying, Lao Wang."

"Why don't you just deliver packages honestly? Why are you always thinking about those unrealistic things?"

Wang Xiaojun smiled slightly, without explaining. He knew that nothing he said would matter now; he could only wait for the day the results came out.

He hopped on his electric bike, and a new day began. But today, Wang Xiaojun harbored a secret: he had quietly invested the 20,000 yuan he had saved over the past six months into Bitcoin.

"This time, I must seize the opportunity!"

As the sun gradually rose, Wang Xiaojun's electric bike disappeared into the morning light, leaving only a trail of firm tire marks.

(To be continued) $BTC