On New Year's Eve 2020, at the age of 51, I was kicked off the dinner table by my whole family.
My wife thinks I'm a coward, my mother-in-law thinks I'm poor, and my brother-in-law steps on my face.
I stood on the rooftop, glanced down, and heard a sentence in my mind:
"Want to do it again?"
When I opened my eyes, I went back to 1995, when I was 26 years old, at the same dining table, and caught the bowl that my mother-in-law was about to put down.
I bought a courtyard house in 1995, stocked up on Moutai in 2001, invested in gold in 2003, collected Bitcoin in 2009, bet on Germany in 2014, and built a mask factory in 2019.
But I know that the biggest fear of getting rich suddenly is not lack of courage, but being too accurate.
So I bought in batches, substituted others to collect, hid under borrowed money, and pocketed the money in advance; every transaction had a justified reason, and every time I stepped on the stroke of luck, others thought it was just me who was lucky.
Every year, I only do one "most important thing"; every time, I stop before the highest point.
I'm not divorced.
What I want is for the person who stepped on me to kneel and lick me, frame by frame.
As for why I am so accurate?
Good luck, do you believe it?
Take your time and take a look [making faces]