Making More Money and Getting Worse Faster

Once people begin treating “one more attempt” as hope, they are usually already past the point of control. That night he did not go home. He sat in the fire stairwell outside the office, smoking one cigarette after another while ETH in his screen turned into a silent waterfall. Song Yanbei stopped posting calls. Heliandao only sent polite reminders to pay attention to risk exposure. Lin Zhaoye called three times. He ignored all of them. At 1:40 a.m., the liquidation price came close again. Pei Yanzhou stared at the number and finally felt fear not as an idea, but as a bodily reaction. His stomach tightened. His ears felt flooded. His finger hovered over the close button and refused to move. He knew what would happen if he delayed any longer.