The Ups and Downs of the Sea

In 2007, other children were still sitting on the sofa watching cartoons, but I was glued to the financial channel on TV. The reason is simple - as long as certain keywords are reported in the news, a trend chart will automatically be generated in my mind, which is clearer than the K-line. This is an inexplicable gift. To me, the numbers on the disk are not numbers. They are an intuition, a signal that is almost a physiological reaction. I can see patterns where others see chaos, and smell money where others are fearful. I thought I was the chosen one. Then the college entrance examination gave me a slap in the face and kicked me into the futures major of a third-rate university. Fate seems to be humiliating me, but also seems to be pushing me into a deeper river. During my four years in college, while others were endorsing my grades, I was already immersed in the futures market like a madman, experiencing the madness of skyrocketing and the suffocation of plummeting. Those beating numbers are my faith and my only God. Before graduation, the first 10 million was received. I was in my early twenties and had eight figures in my account. That feeling - the world is a piece of tofu and I can crush it at any time. I am convinced that I have touched the bottom of my destiny, and all I have to do in the rest of my life is lie down and count money. That was the most arrogant moment of my life. It is also the moment when the abyss opens its mouth. After walking out of school, my once divine intuition began to fail. Ten million was flowing out like running water, and I was like a red-eyed gambler, constantly adding bets and falling. The money earned through talent in those years was taken back by society in another way, with interest.