My eight years: from 30,000 to 30 million, surviving on a "rebellious" rhythm.

In the winter of 2016, BTC fell sharply at midnight, hitting $756.

I only had 30,000 left in my account, and my rent was paid in advance for three months. A friend urged me to buy the dip, but I said I couldn't even read the candlestick charts.

He left me with a piece of advice: survive first, then talk about making money.

On the spot, I transferred 30,000 into the exchange, my hands were trembling; at that moment, it wasn't gambling, it was admitting defeat—those who admit defeat are willing to wear armor.

First pitfall: not understanding, going all in, losing 50% in a week.

I learned my first discipline: treat any rise I don't understand as bait.

From then on, I rewrote "survive" into a formula: only consider acting when there's a sharp drop of more than 20%, and step up during slow declines and rapid rises.

In 2018, BTC laid flat at $3,200, with trading volume shrinking to a straight line.

I invested 100 U daily, like adding fuel to a cold winter, reducing my average cost to 3,800 in half a year.

Others criticized it as "boiling a frog in warm water," but I said the frog lives longer. Then, the main upward trend started, and my account broke seven figures for the first time.

In 2020, UNI fell from $8 to $2.5, and the community wailed.

I averaged down every 20% drop, like using a dull knife to slice meat, bringing my cost down to 3.1.

The following year, UNI surged to $40, yielding 12 times on this trade, making a profit of 2.4 million.

I transferred half of the profits to a cold wallet, keeping the other half as "bullets", and from then on understood: profit isn't just a number, it's an arsenal.

In 2021, Dogecoin topped the trending searches, doubling in a day.

I checked the on-chain data, and the trading volume dropped for 7 consecutive days, like party music suddenly turning off.

I cleared my position overnight, and three days later it was cut in half; the pullback was none of my concern.

Trading volume can deceive, silence is the dangerous prelude; this was my second time avoiding a major pitfall.

Over the past eight years, I've summarized three sentences:

1. The bottom is "grounded" rather than bought.

2. Doubling in a single day + heavy selling = the operator flipping the table; if you hesitate, you become the corpse.

3. When you think the market is "just like that", it's the eve of liquidation; daring to admit "I don't understand" is the threshold.

I wrote these three sentences into code, hung it on a cloud server, and it automatically pushes every day at 9:30 AM:

"Signal not reached, don't cut just because of impatience."

My account grew from 30,000 to 30 million, not because I was right, but because when I was wrong, my knife was a second faster than others.

The market is brewing, don't go stumbling around alone in the dark; Sister Bing will take you ashore!