The joys and sorrows of human life were recently shared in a fifth-tier city. I lived in the same house with a post-90s guy surnamed Wei who worked in after-sales service in Liuzhou. After get off work, we had a drink and chatted, and we had a lot of common topics.
The young man did not study much. He said that he was not good at studying, so he went to work after graduating from technical school early. The family relied on him, his father, and his grandfather to do business together and run around. Sent my younger brother to college.
My family did not have a TV until 2003. When I was a child, the most farm work I did was cutting sugar cane. However, in recent years, I have been planting eucalyptus trees, so there is much less sugar cane cutting.
I asked him if he trades in stocks? He said he had speculated and then stopped doing it after losing money. Asked him again if he had ever heard of Bitcoin? He said he didn't dare to do it because he was afraid of pyramid schemes. So I gave him a detailed sermon. And sent him the electronic version of Jiu Shen’s Bitcoin hoard. However, it was obvious that it did not arouse enough interest in him. After all, it was too difficult for him to understand.
So counting him, the number of people who failed to preach about Bitcoin increased to 67. 9 people succeeded.
In the middle of the night, the passionate screams of the woman in the next room came, complementing the snoring of the Liuzhou boy. I couldn't sleep. I saw that the Bitcoin was still at 65,000, and I lost hundreds of thousands in my book in one day. I was smoking and listening to the symphony of bed-crying and snoring, and suddenly I realized, "People's joys and sorrows are not the same, I just think they are noisy."
