Three years ago, my wife often said that my cryptocurrency trading was 'gambling.' At the dinner table at my father-in-law's house, relatives asked with sideways glances, 'I heard you're into Bitcoin? Isn't that a scam?' I silently picked at my food, and my explanations seemed pale. At that time, BTC was struggling at $30,000, and ETH had just broken $2,000, with a pervasive bear market. While relatives encouraged me to 'work steadily,' they boasted about their own children passing public service exams, buying houses, and cars. I held onto my shrinking positions, not even daring to share real trading screenshots in the family group.
When my real trading profits first broke seven figures, I sent a screenshot of my account to my wife: 'Look, this is the 'gambling' you've been scolding me about for three years.' She stared at the screen in silence for a moment, then suddenly smiled: 'I'll cook tonight; you teach me how to buy cryptocurrencies.' It turned out that the account balance was the best persuasion.
Last week, when I returned to my father-in-law's house, the relatives' attitudes had completely reversed:
My cousin rubbed his hands and asked, 'Bro, can I still invest in ETH? I heard it could go up to $10,000?'
Even my previously harsh uncle came over: 'Uh... what's the safest way to store Bitcoin? What wallet should I use?'
I smiled and opened the exchange app, providing on-site instruction for registration, KYC, and spot buying. My father-in-law murmured while sipping wine: 'If I had known he could succeed in this, I should have invested a little back then...'
What was once mocked as 'not a proper job' has now become the 'most reliable side hustle' for the whole family. But I know: in a bull market, everyone thinks they're a genius; only those who have experienced liquidation understand the respect it demands.
When my real trading profits first broke seven figures, I sent a screenshot of my account to my wife: 'Look, this is the 'gambling' you've been scolding me about for three years.' She stared at the screen in silence for a moment, then suddenly smiled: 'I'll cook tonight; you teach me how to buy cryptocurrencies.' It turned out that the account balance was the best persuasion.
Last week, when I returned to my father-in-law's house, the relatives' attitudes had completely reversed:
My cousin rubbed his hands and asked, 'Bro, can I still invest in ETH? I heard it could go up to $10,000?'
Even my previously harsh uncle came over: 'Uh... what's the safest way to store Bitcoin? What wallet should I use?'
I smiled and opened the exchange app, providing on-site instruction for registration, KYC, and spot buying. My father-in-law murmured while sipping wine: 'If I had known he could succeed in this, I should have invested a little back then...'
What was once mocked as 'not a proper job' has now become the 'most reliable side hustle' for the whole family. But I know: in a bull market, everyone thinks they're a genius; only those who have experienced liquidation understand the respect it demands.