Making More Money and Getting Worse Faster

Pei Yanzhou woke up at his desk at noon the next day. His eyes felt sanded raw. His phone had dozens of unread messages. He did not dare check the price first. He opened Telegram instead, where the chat was no longer about analysis but about liquidation screenshots. Someone said another batch had died overnight. Someone else cursed funding rates as if they were a blood-sucking monster. Song Yanbei, as usual, posted a long paragraph saying not to get shaken out, that the real move would come later, along with a screenshot of his own floating profit. Pei Yanzhou opened his account almost mechanically. For a moment, he was very quiet.