Legend of the “Soil Dog Coin”
At 3:17 a.m., Chen Hao’s phone screen lit up, casting its glow across his bloodshot eyes.
Three days ago, on the Binance Square, he scrolled past a post. Someone said the coin PUMP was about to take off. At the time, PUMP was 0.0003. He glanced at the market cap—less than twenty million USD—so he thought it was only a few hundred yuan at most. He casually bought 50,000 coins.
After that, he forgot about it.
These three days, he’d been working overtime nonstop, pushing the project schedule, turning in seventy-two hours around the clock. At this moment, he finally collapsed onto the bed in his rental room. He opened his phone to check the market—only to find that the price of PUMP had already risen to 0.005157.
He thought he was seeing things, so he refreshed again.
0.005157.
His brain paused for a full three seconds, then started calculating like crazy. Fifty thousand coins times 0.005—that was two hundred fifty dollars. Wait, how much did he spend when he bought? Fifteen dollars. Fifteen yuan became two hundred fifty.
Sixteen times.
His hands began to tremble. Not from fear, but from a wild, unprecedented euphoria that shot from his spine all the way to the top of his head. He remembered how he’d lost money trading A-shares for three years. He remembered the time his contracts got liquidated and he’d lost two months’ wages. He remembered his girlfriend arguing with him over crypto and slamming the door as she left.
All the pain, in that moment, turned into “worth it.”
He didn’t sell.
“Still going up,” he told himself. “Once these meme coins get moving, it’s usually dozens of times.”
He began searching for PUMP information across various communities. Some people said it was the next hundred-bagger. Some posted screenshots of holdings worth 100,000 dollars. Some issued buy orders and shouted the target price of 0.01. Every message was like pouring fuel onto the fire in his heart.
At 4 a.m., PUMP climbed to 0.005263, the intraday high. Chen Hao watched the candlestick chart, his heartbeat pounding so fast it felt like it might leap out of his chest. He told himself to wait a bit longer—wait until it hit 0.01, then sell. That would be fifty thousand dollars, three hundred fifty thousand yuan.
Then he started dozing off.
When he woke up again, it was 9:30 in the morning. The alarm rang—it was time for work. Still half-asleep, he grabbed his phone and saw PUMP was 0.0048.
It had dropped a little, but it didn’t matter. He comforted himself—just a retracement.
At lunchtime, it was 0.0043.
During the afternoon meeting, 0.0039.
On his way home after work, 0.0031.
Standing in the subway station, he stared at the red candlestick line marching steadily downward on the screen. It felt like watching his blood drain from his veins little by little. Fifty thousand PUMP, from the top—one hundred fifty dollars—down to now—one hundred fifty-five dollars. No, wait. He recalculated it again. It was one hundred fifty-five dollars.
Hold on—wasn’t that around his buy-in price?
He let out a bitter laugh. After all that tossing and turning for two whole days, his heartbeat had sped up tens of thousands of times, swinging from heaven to hell and back to the starting point. In the end, he neither lost money nor made any.
But Chen Hao knew some things were already different. He learned not to get greedy when meme coins suddenly explode upward. He also learned that at 3 a.m., he shouldn’t be watching the charts.
He turned off his phone and walked into the subway. Tomorrow he still had to work, and the rent still wasn’t covered.
As for those 50,000 PUMP coins, he kept them. What if one day it rallies again?
This is the crypto world—always leaving you a “what if.”
#PUMP #meme币 #Binance Square
At 3:17 a.m., Chen Hao’s phone screen lit up, casting its glow across his bloodshot eyes.
Three days ago, on the Binance Square, he scrolled past a post. Someone said the coin PUMP was about to take off. At the time, PUMP was 0.0003. He glanced at the market cap—less than twenty million USD—so he thought it was only a few hundred yuan at most. He casually bought 50,000 coins.
After that, he forgot about it.
These three days, he’d been working overtime nonstop, pushing the project schedule, turning in seventy-two hours around the clock. At this moment, he finally collapsed onto the bed in his rental room. He opened his phone to check the market—only to find that the price of PUMP had already risen to 0.005157.
He thought he was seeing things, so he refreshed again.
0.005157.
His brain paused for a full three seconds, then started calculating like crazy. Fifty thousand coins times 0.005—that was two hundred fifty dollars. Wait, how much did he spend when he bought? Fifteen dollars. Fifteen yuan became two hundred fifty.
Sixteen times.
His hands began to tremble. Not from fear, but from a wild, unprecedented euphoria that shot from his spine all the way to the top of his head. He remembered how he’d lost money trading A-shares for three years. He remembered the time his contracts got liquidated and he’d lost two months’ wages. He remembered his girlfriend arguing with him over crypto and slamming the door as she left.
All the pain, in that moment, turned into “worth it.”
He didn’t sell.
“Still going up,” he told himself. “Once these meme coins get moving, it’s usually dozens of times.”
He began searching for PUMP information across various communities. Some people said it was the next hundred-bagger. Some posted screenshots of holdings worth 100,000 dollars. Some issued buy orders and shouted the target price of 0.01. Every message was like pouring fuel onto the fire in his heart.
At 4 a.m., PUMP climbed to 0.005263, the intraday high. Chen Hao watched the candlestick chart, his heartbeat pounding so fast it felt like it might leap out of his chest. He told himself to wait a bit longer—wait until it hit 0.01, then sell. That would be fifty thousand dollars, three hundred fifty thousand yuan.
Then he started dozing off.
When he woke up again, it was 9:30 in the morning. The alarm rang—it was time for work. Still half-asleep, he grabbed his phone and saw PUMP was 0.0048.
It had dropped a little, but it didn’t matter. He comforted himself—just a retracement.
At lunchtime, it was 0.0043.
During the afternoon meeting, 0.0039.
On his way home after work, 0.0031.
Standing in the subway station, he stared at the red candlestick line marching steadily downward on the screen. It felt like watching his blood drain from his veins little by little. Fifty thousand PUMP, from the top—one hundred fifty dollars—down to now—one hundred fifty-five dollars. No, wait. He recalculated it again. It was one hundred fifty-five dollars.
Hold on—wasn’t that around his buy-in price?
He let out a bitter laugh. After all that tossing and turning for two whole days, his heartbeat had sped up tens of thousands of times, swinging from heaven to hell and back to the starting point. In the end, he neither lost money nor made any.
But Chen Hao knew some things were already different. He learned not to get greedy when meme coins suddenly explode upward. He also learned that at 3 a.m., he shouldn’t be watching the charts.
He turned off his phone and walked into the subway. Tomorrow he still had to work, and the rent still wasn’t covered.
As for those 50,000 PUMP coins, he kept them. What if one day it rallies again?
This is the crypto world—always leaving you a “what if.”
#PUMP #meme币 #Binance Square