There’s an old man downstairs in our community, in his early seventies, from northern Jiangsu. Every day, like clockwork, he sits by the flower bed to play chess. All his life, he’s never touched stocks or funds, and his money is kept in Postal Savings.
Last autumn, his wife’s leg got worse and she couldn’t do square-dancing anymore, so he went to stand guard beside the dance team for her—watching their bags and water cups. While waiting, he struck up a conversation with a retired accountant from the team. The accountant said there’s something called Bitcoin now, and it has been rising faster than pension money. The old man didn’t quite follow everything, but he remembered one line: "Save a little every month—just don’t worry about it."
He went home and thought it over for two days. When the second month’s pension came, he really did scrimp and save out two thousand yuan and asked someone to help him buy it. After buying, he tucked the little notebook into his chess scorebook and didn’t mention it to anyone. When it went up, he didn’t sell. When it went down, he didn’t check. He just treated it as if it were lost.
During the worst drop in the middle, his son kept reminding him that the coin world is full of scams. The old man just said "mm" and went right back to playing chess.
A while back, a chess friend went to borrow some tools from his house and, while flipping through the scorebook, shook out that paper. Even he was stunned for a while and asked, "Is that thing still alive?" After adding everything up line by line, it ended up—somehow—being a six-figure sum. When he finished listening, he just said "oh," and went on to set up his chess at the flower bed that very afternoon. Not even a new teapot did he manage to replace.
But news spread among the square dancers. Now several aunties ask him whenever they see him whether he can do the trading for them. He waves them off every time, saying the chess scorebook at home is enough for him to manage.
Who have you ever seen that’s least like someone who trades coins?
#币圈故事 #Risk
Last autumn, his wife’s leg got worse and she couldn’t do square-dancing anymore, so he went to stand guard beside the dance team for her—watching their bags and water cups. While waiting, he struck up a conversation with a retired accountant from the team. The accountant said there’s something called Bitcoin now, and it has been rising faster than pension money. The old man didn’t quite follow everything, but he remembered one line: "Save a little every month—just don’t worry about it."
He went home and thought it over for two days. When the second month’s pension came, he really did scrimp and save out two thousand yuan and asked someone to help him buy it. After buying, he tucked the little notebook into his chess scorebook and didn’t mention it to anyone. When it went up, he didn’t sell. When it went down, he didn’t check. He just treated it as if it were lost.
During the worst drop in the middle, his son kept reminding him that the coin world is full of scams. The old man just said "mm" and went right back to playing chess.
A while back, a chess friend went to borrow some tools from his house and, while flipping through the scorebook, shook out that paper. Even he was stunned for a while and asked, "Is that thing still alive?" After adding everything up line by line, it ended up—somehow—being a six-figure sum. When he finished listening, he just said "oh," and went on to set up his chess at the flower bed that very afternoon. Not even a new teapot did he manage to replace.
But news spread among the square dancers. Now several aunties ask him whenever they see him whether he can do the trading for them. He waves them off every time, saying the chess scorebook at home is enough for him to manage.
Who have you ever seen that’s least like someone who trades coins?
#币圈故事 #Risk