Making More Money and Getting Worse Faster

Every successful transfer made him nervous and excited at the same time. It felt like he was finally joining a real war rather than just watching from the sidewalk. Lin Zhaoye tried again. They stood by the convenience store downstairs. Pei Yanzhou was holding an iced coffee can so cold it numbed his fingers. Lin Zhaoye looked at him for two seconds and said, “You are not trading now. You are trying to win back the first punch. The more you add, the heavier you get, until you cannot lift yourself.” “I know the risk,” Pei Yanzhou said, but his tone was already irritated. “If you know the risk, why are you still adding?” He could not answer.