The Postmortem Went Viral

Pei Yanzhou finished the spreadsheet as dawn was breaking. Light spilled through the window and landed on a screen full of trade records. Every entry, every add, every margin top-up, every failed stop-loss had been labeled with painful precision, like he was performing his own dissection. He had originally meant to send the file to Lin Zhaoye, or keep it as a private reminder not to repeat the same mistakes. But after staring for a long time at the line, “I didn’t lose because I was wrong on direction. I lost because I mistook greed for confidence,” he suddenly realized that if he could not admit it to himself, the whole liquidation had been for nothing. He registered a new account and posted a long article.