When the two characters jumped out, I was completely stunned.

Liquidation.

The chair creaked as I sank into it. The cigarette in my hand had long burned out, and I only reacted when a sharp pain shot through my fingertips. The sounds of the night market outside were loud, and the aroma of grilled skewers wafted in, but I had no appetite at all.

I've been watching this thing, TRADOOR, for three days. The K-line moves strangely, all the technical indicators are diverging, and the veterans in the community are all calling for a pullback. I thought to myself, this wave is definitely going to drop. So I went all in and shorted.

So what? It doesn't care about your method at all.

Not only did it not fall, but it also shot up like crazy. A single bullish candle broke through all resistance levels, and my little margin felt like a joke. The moment the liquidation notice popped up, I didn't even have time to react.

I turned off the computer. Forget it, I'm not going to look anymore.

There's still a pack of instant noodles left in the fridge, so that'll be it for tonight. The market is such that sometimes you think you understand it, but in fact, you don't understand anything at all.