Three years of trading coins ended in vain, a bus directly to Guangdong.

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

Tears wet the pork trotter rice, vowing to earn a million.

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

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

After working for ten years, still just a worker, risking it all in one night to live in a palace.

If the big pie drops again, I will buy more, struggling against the tide, life is tough.

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

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

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

Working on the assembly line for three years, enduring hardships and laboring towards my dream.

Three years of hard work to earn money, saved eighty or ninety thousand before the new year.

Angrily bringing up resignation to the factory manager, opening Binance without hesitation.

Diligently trading in segments, but in the end, I was played by the dog stock.

Thinking back to the wild youth of those years, now living in a broken factory building.

I graduated in 2011, could choose any industry.

Originally thought I had no fate with factories, who knew I would enter the factory as a clerk.

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