Speaking of which, last night I went to a church, completely confused, as the church doors were tightly shut. I was unwilling to accept this, so I braved the bone-chilling wind and moved to another Catholic church, but it turned out the lights were not even on. Is this still Christmas? I began to doubt life itself; there was no Christmas atmosphere on the streets or in the shopping malls.
Although I am not currently overseas, I know that Thailand and Malaysia have had a festive atmosphere since the end of November. Those who think Christmas is a foreign holiday are foolish. I observe the people's sentiments incognito and conclude that the problem is not due to downgraded consumption, but rather a great depression, a reappearance of the lost thirty years. The truth is quite cruel; whether going overseas is a trend is something one must realize for oneself.
I will keep it brief; otherwise, you might not see the words I've painstakingly typed. I had mentioned in the community about the 4-hour death cross in advance, and it indeed formed. This is why even if there is a pump on Christmas Eve, I resisted the impulse to enter the market. Once again, it has proven true; this time, the market manipulators deceived the retail investors into taking the bait, but I did not fall into the trap. I am cautious as if walking on thin ice, knowing that the monsters of the financial market cannot escape my discerning eyes. Who else on the internet would doubt me? If you say I am speaking after the fact this time, that would be dishonest.
Speaking of conscience, the former principal, Conscience Brother, has also disappeared; that guy really had some skills. He once attracted a group of heroes in the cryptocurrency circle. They wanted to create a Huangpu Military Academy for the crypto world, but unfortunately, in the domestic web3 environment, the ideals are beautiful, but the reality is stark. I estimate he is also tormented inside, full of wounds, just like in the last bull market, which was grand but ultimately did not catch the bull.
I don't belong to any blockchain organization. As an independent web3 trader with a broad perspective, I only need to practice the Dragon Subduing Palm to perfection. In fact, three basic skills are enough for trading cryptocurrencies, not to mention that I also wield the Ai quantitative contract 'Sky Sword' and the 'Dragon-Slaying Knife' for gold and forex. I can't find any opponents, so I can only play against myself. I use my own spear to poke my own shield. Because both the palm and the back of the hand are flesh, if you ask me whether robots are better or forex EAs are better, I can only smile it off. Because in my eyes, both Wu Zetian and Yang Guifei are beautiful; to me, all lovers see Xi Shi in their partners.
Yesterday, I heard about a popular tourist city with a scenic spot that is almost always crowded with people, with many young ladies in Hanfu taking photos. However, the owner of the scenic spot mysteriously told me: the overwhelming traffic brought in (flourishing), yet the average spending is only 5 yuan. Whose face is this hitting?
The whole nation is falling back into poverty, and the middle class is disappearing. The truth I see in the physical world frightens me, so I hastily stock up on Bitcoin and become more cautious than ever. No one can think of cutting me again, not Wall Street, and not even Buffett.
In the past two days, I have run through many commercial districts, including Wanda Plaza, and surprisingly, I have not seen a single decoration of Santa Claus. I am truly impressed. Fortunately, I don't have any beliefs; I only believe in Bitcoin. It turns out that Satoshi Nakamoto is my Santa Claus, and BTC is my Christmas gift. I am grateful and do not complain because I do not have the right to complain.
The day after tomorrow, I will fly to Nha Trang for a seaside vacation, and I am a bit excited about it. Finally, I can take off this heavy winter coat and mental burden. Thinking about the gentle Vietnamese girl wearing a conical hat and a white ao dai, I feel motivated to continue fighting. Vietnam is not as poor as you imagine; when I traveled there years ago, they had casinos similar to Macau that accepted BTC payments, which is much more progressive than our local views.
I am currently still waiting for Bitcoin to pull back to around 80,000 before considering entering the market. I feel that January carries risks; after all, the last copper coin is difficult to earn. Speaking as a professional trader, the risk-reward ratio is not suitable. As a gambler would say, the odds are not enough.
The physical world is stagnant, everywhere is posted with 'For Rent'. Twenty years ago, I remember shops on the street were all posted with 'For Transfer'. Is this a regression? Or is it a regression? It's a matter of perspective.
It turns out that Jack Ma was speaking ironically: there are difficult businesses everywhere in the world. In contrast, Bill Gates had vision; he said at the end of the last century: in the 21st century, it will either be e-commerce or no business at all. In a word, the dimension immediately distinguishes the high and low.
The future team leader tells you what is the most valuable? The paper from Luoyang is priceless. Bookstores will disappear in the future, mark my words. How long has it been since you last held a pen? In the future, paper will be the most valuable, especially if it has words on it, like a diary with the team leader's dear signature, a carrier or medium of knowledge, like my public account, where a precise cryptocurrency fan is worth 5 yuan, and I can sell this account for 20,000. There will definitely be people interested; do you believe it? This is the value of digital assets! And it is not limited to cryptocurrency.
The names of future people can actually be downplayed. For example, my green hat cartoon image is my visual hammer. Every day, I plant ideas in the subconscious of you gamblers; this is actually a form of advanced hypnosis. So whoever I want to transact with, I can make it happen. With traffic in vertical fields, I can sell air if I want to. Those who have seen me in person know that besides my accurate predictions, I also have the ability to be a sales champion.
Damn, I can't even bear to look at my own self-praise. Let's meet at the seaside in Nha Trang on the night of the 28th. I'm sorry, I don't want to brag, but if I don't, the market will collapse. If I don't write a market analysis for a couple of days, the manipulators won't even know how to operate...
