$BTC lost all my money. Now I can only recite a poem for you. Goodbye, teachers.
Three years of speculation in cryptocurrencies is all in vain. The bus goes straight to Guangdong.
My son is determined to leave his hometown and work night shifts in an electronics factory.
My tears wet the pork leg rice, and I swear to make a million.
At the end of the month, I got 2,500 yuan. Opening the contract is gambling.
Whose children cry every night? How can a gambler lose every day?
Working for ten years is still working, and living in a palace for one night.
If the pie falls again, I will make up for it. Itâs hard to turn the tide.
In the end, I lost everything and couldnât tighten the screws in my hand.
No matter how terrible the factory manager is, it will not affect the plug-in.
