Legend of the Shitcoin Doge
At 2:30 a.m., A Jie stared at his phone screen, his eyes already bloodshot.
He had only been casually scrolling through the Binance forum when he saw people shouting about this coin called NOM. Back then, the price was only 0.0016, with a market cap so small it was almost laughable—someone even joked that nobody bothered to draw a K-line chart for it. In the comments, half the people were cursing it as a scam, and the other half were yelling for it to go to zero.
"Anyway, it’s only a few hundred bucks. If it loses, then it loses."
A Jie used his spot account to buy NOM worth three thousand yuan, at an average price of 0.00164. After buying, he tossed his phone aside and kept working overtime writing code. Those days the project was in a rush, and he had no time to watch the charts.
When he opened the Binance app again, it was already the weekend five days later.
NOM was showing at 0.002360.
He rubbed his eyes, thinking he’d misread it. He refreshed again—same number. It had climbed by nearly fifty percent. Three thousand yuan had turned into four thousand five.
"That can’t be right," he muttered to himself. "A shitcoin like this can go up?"
He kept scrolling and found that NOM’s community had suddenly become active. Someone said the project team had secured a partnership in the on-chain data track. Others claimed a big holder was accumulating. The price was pulled from its low of 0.0016 all the way up to 0.002664. Even though it had retraced some, it still sat at a high level.
A Jie’s finger hovered above the sell button. He hesitated for a full ten minutes.
Sell it. Cash it out—stop the greed.
But what if it could still go higher?
He remembered what happened last year when he bought SAGA. Back then he bought at 0.03. When it pumped to 0.05, he didn’t sell, thinking it could reach 0.1. In the end, it kept dropping all the way back to 0.02, and he cut his loss at what turned out to be the lowest point. That lesson made him wiser.
"Sell half first."
He sold 1,500 U worth of NOM, locking in the profit. He left the rest as a lottery ticket—if it went up, it would be a surprise; if it fell, he wouldn’t feel the pain.
When he set down his phone, A Jie glanced outside. The sky had just started to lighten, and far away a morning bus was passing by.
Suddenly he felt that the hardest part of trading crypto wasn’t picking the coin—it was restraining his greed when it was time to sell.
He made 1,500 out of 3,000. That was enough to cover a month of takeout.
As for the remaining half of his NOM position—let it fly. After all, that money had been picked up, not earned.
#NOM #土狗币传奇 #Binance Forum
At 2:30 a.m., A Jie stared at his phone screen, his eyes already bloodshot.
He had only been casually scrolling through the Binance forum when he saw people shouting about this coin called NOM. Back then, the price was only 0.0016, with a market cap so small it was almost laughable—someone even joked that nobody bothered to draw a K-line chart for it. In the comments, half the people were cursing it as a scam, and the other half were yelling for it to go to zero.
"Anyway, it’s only a few hundred bucks. If it loses, then it loses."
A Jie used his spot account to buy NOM worth three thousand yuan, at an average price of 0.00164. After buying, he tossed his phone aside and kept working overtime writing code. Those days the project was in a rush, and he had no time to watch the charts.
When he opened the Binance app again, it was already the weekend five days later.
NOM was showing at 0.002360.
He rubbed his eyes, thinking he’d misread it. He refreshed again—same number. It had climbed by nearly fifty percent. Three thousand yuan had turned into four thousand five.
"That can’t be right," he muttered to himself. "A shitcoin like this can go up?"
He kept scrolling and found that NOM’s community had suddenly become active. Someone said the project team had secured a partnership in the on-chain data track. Others claimed a big holder was accumulating. The price was pulled from its low of 0.0016 all the way up to 0.002664. Even though it had retraced some, it still sat at a high level.
A Jie’s finger hovered above the sell button. He hesitated for a full ten minutes.
Sell it. Cash it out—stop the greed.
But what if it could still go higher?
He remembered what happened last year when he bought SAGA. Back then he bought at 0.03. When it pumped to 0.05, he didn’t sell, thinking it could reach 0.1. In the end, it kept dropping all the way back to 0.02, and he cut his loss at what turned out to be the lowest point. That lesson made him wiser.
"Sell half first."
He sold 1,500 U worth of NOM, locking in the profit. He left the rest as a lottery ticket—if it went up, it would be a surprise; if it fell, he wouldn’t feel the pain.
When he set down his phone, A Jie glanced outside. The sky had just started to lighten, and far away a morning bus was passing by.
Suddenly he felt that the hardest part of trading crypto wasn’t picking the coin—it was restraining his greed when it was time to sell.
He made 1,500 out of 3,000. That was enough to cover a month of takeout.
As for the remaining half of his NOM position—let it fly. After all, that money had been picked up, not earned.
#NOM #土狗币传奇 #Binance Forum