High-frequency trading makes your excitement threshold higher and higher. It makes you irritable and angry, and you have no interest in everything around you. Trading is the only thing on your mind. You think you are a trading genius, the chosen one, and the meaning of your existence is trading. Until you lose your last chip, you panic and open a reverse order to try to recover the loss. All the fantasies of getting rich are shattered, and all kinds of pressures in reality come with it. Late at night, after you light your last cigarette and look at the ceiling, all this is like a dream, a dream, and you suddenly realize that you are just a leek in this game after all. Those warm moments in life that you missed, your family's sadness, your lover's disappointment and departure, you deceived yourself with the Ah Q spirit, thinking that you would definitely stand out in the future, you would definitely change your destiny, and you would make it up to them then. All the real pressures that you once escaped from now come all at once with your forced liquidation text message. Your brain is blank and buzzing, and finally, with all your resentment and unwillingness, you roar towards the sky and the earth: Where are those pornographic pictures!