Three years of trading coins for nothing, the bus goes straight to Guangdong. $BTC

The child aspires to leave the hometown, working night shifts in the electronics factory.

Tears wet the pig trotter rice, swearing to earn a million.

At the end of the month, I received two thousand five, opening the contract is just gambling.

Whose child cries every night, where are the gamblers losing every day.

Working for ten years still a worker, all-in one night living in a palace.

If the big pie drops again, I will keep adding, striving against the odds, life is hard.

In the end, lost everything, can't hold the screws in hand.

No matter how scary the factory director is, it won't affect plugging in the power strip.

A bowl of braised beef noodles, after eating still need to go back to the assembly line.

Working on the assembly line for three years, enduring hardships and toiling to build a dream.

After three years of hard work to earn money, saved eighty or ninety thousand by the end of the year.

Angrily telling the factory director to resign, opening Binance without hesitation.

Diligently trading in intervals, ended up being manipulated by the big players.

I recall the wild youth of the past, now living in a dilapidated factory.

I graduated in 2018, free to choose from various industries.

Originally thought I would have nothing to do with the factory, who knew I would end up as an office worker.

Three years of trading coins with no way back, the electronics factory is my home.