On a quiet night in October this year, I lay on my bed tossing and turning, overwhelmed by the trivialities and pressures of life. I didn’t know when my consciousness began to blur, and I drifted into a dream. In a daze, my mother, who had passed away five years ago, seemed to stand right in front of me, her face still kind, but there was an urgency in her eyes that I had never seen before.
Before I could even speak, my mother grabbed my hand and said, 'Child, listen to your mother, quickly sell the house and invest heavily in Bitcoin.' I was completely bewildered, my eyes wide open, and I asked her in disbelief, 'Mom, where did you hear about this? Bitcoin is a new thing that’s hard to grasp; how can you just sell the house to invest in it?' My mother leaned closer to me mysteriously and whispered, 'This is a prediction that King Yama personally sought from the God of Wealth; it can’t be wrong! How could your mother harm you?'
Waking up from the dream, the absurd yet exceptionally clear scene lingered in my mind. Half-believing, I went to check the price of Bitcoin, and to my surprise, the price was around 60,000 in October. With doubts brewing in my mind, I hesitated for a long time but ultimately couldn’t resist the temptation of that 'oracle-like' dream. I gritted my teeth, sold my house, and invested all my savings into Bitcoin, even going all in with 100 times leverage.
In the early days, I was on edge every day, unable to savor food, my eyes constantly glued to the ever-changing numbers. Who would have thought the market would rise so high? Now, the price of Bitcoin had soared to 100,000. Looking at the skyrocketing numbers in my account, I pinched myself several times before daring to believe that I had indeed made a staggering 300 million.
After the initial excitement of sudden wealth faded slightly, the gratitude and longing for my mother surged like a tide in my heart. Yesterday, I specially prepared a full bag of one billion ghost money and came to my mother's grave. I gently traced the tombstone and whispered, 'Mom, thanks to you, your son has really struck it rich this time. Take this one billion with you, and don’t be stingy over there; buy a good pack of cigarettes for King Yama and thank him properly for his guidance. If there are any more good things, don’t forget to come to me in a dream.' A gentle breeze passed, carrying a hint of chill, and I felt as if it was my mother's tender response. In this place between life and death, absurdity and reality intertwined, wealth and longing entwined, and the road ahead seemed shrouded in a layer of indescribable mist due to this bizarre encounter...
