I am a professional trader. I am not extremely talented, but I can be said to be lucky. At the close of trading every night, staring at the K-line that has stopped beating, you will fall into hesitation and insomnia. I have been suffering from insomnia for ten years, but it has nothing to do with my work. On the contrary, work is the only way that can free me from these disturbing emotions, so I don't like market breaks, suspensions, or any holidays. Maybe this is an enviable career. Indeed, although I am not a big figure in the futures circle, I can still be regarded as a small success. Many people say that trading is a game for smart people. Every time I hear these words, I always think of how she always said at that time, "I just like chatting with smart people." But during this story with her, I seemed to have lost my mind.
When I met Rui, I was just a chef whose family was about to fail. We met in a foreign country 10,500 kilometers away from my hometown. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't be on the path of trading now, nor would I be a moderately successful trader. Maybe I would just muddle along and continue to pursue that "dream of being a chef."
Intention: Write down some memories when you have insomnia