I Made My First 100,000 on GTC
At three in the morning, the light from my phone screen was hurting my eyes. I stared at the candlestick chart, my finger hovering over the buy button, unable to press it.
It was a late night in October 2026. GTC had already fallen from 0.24 to around 0.11—nearly a 50% drop. Binance Square was full of bearish voices. Some said Gitcoin was finished, others said Web3 donations had no future, and some posted screenshots of their liquidated positions with the caption, “I’m never touching altcoins again.”
My name is Chen Mo. I’m an ordinary office worker earning 8,000 yuan a month. I’d been trading crypto for two years and had lost nearly 50,000 yuan. My girlfriend and I had argued countless times because of my crypto trading, and my mom called to urge me to withdraw my money and put it in a fixed-term deposit. I said yes, but whenever I saw a candlestick chart, I was like a gambler spotting a pair of dice. I just couldn’t stop.
That night, I read Gitcoin’s white paper over and over and looked through its development activity on GitHub. I found that the number of active addresses on-chain was quietly growing. I told myself this wasn’t gambling—it was a decision based on research. But honestly, I still wasn’t sure.
0.1145. That was GTC’s low for the day. I repeated “Only invest three thousand” to myself ten times, then closed my eyes and hit the buy button.
For the three days after I bought, I barely slept. The price kept trading sideways around 0.12, and every day I wondered if I’d made another bad decision. My girlfriend asked why I had such dark circles under my eyes. I said I’d been working overtime. The truth was, I’d been watching the charts.
On the fourth day, the news came. Gitcoin announced a new on-chain donation incentive mechanism, and several major influencers started recommending GTC. The price shot straight from 0.13 to 0.18. My heart raced, and my palms were drenched in sweat.
Day five: 0.21.
Day six: 0.2449.
I stared at the number, my mind completely blank. From 0.1145 to 0.2449, my three thousand yuan had turned into more than six thousand. It might not sound like much, but it felt as if the whole world were applauding me.
I didn’t get greedy. I sold everything around 0.24. Someone in the group called me an idiot and said it would go to at least one yuan. But I didn’t care anymore. I sent my girlfriend five thousand yuan and said, “Let me take you out for a nice meal.” She froze for a moment, then smiled.
GTC’s price fell back a little later, but I don’t regret it. Because this time, I wasn’t gambling. I’d made a decision I believed in, even though I was afraid.
People ask me what my secret is. There isn’t one. It’s just that when everyone else was afraid, I happened to have the courage to press that button.
Of course, I know I won’t win every time. This time, luck was on my side.
#GTC #加密货币 #BuyTheDip
At three in the morning, the light from my phone screen was hurting my eyes. I stared at the candlestick chart, my finger hovering over the buy button, unable to press it.
It was a late night in October 2026. GTC had already fallen from 0.24 to around 0.11—nearly a 50% drop. Binance Square was full of bearish voices. Some said Gitcoin was finished, others said Web3 donations had no future, and some posted screenshots of their liquidated positions with the caption, “I’m never touching altcoins again.”
My name is Chen Mo. I’m an ordinary office worker earning 8,000 yuan a month. I’d been trading crypto for two years and had lost nearly 50,000 yuan. My girlfriend and I had argued countless times because of my crypto trading, and my mom called to urge me to withdraw my money and put it in a fixed-term deposit. I said yes, but whenever I saw a candlestick chart, I was like a gambler spotting a pair of dice. I just couldn’t stop.
That night, I read Gitcoin’s white paper over and over and looked through its development activity on GitHub. I found that the number of active addresses on-chain was quietly growing. I told myself this wasn’t gambling—it was a decision based on research. But honestly, I still wasn’t sure.
0.1145. That was GTC’s low for the day. I repeated “Only invest three thousand” to myself ten times, then closed my eyes and hit the buy button.
For the three days after I bought, I barely slept. The price kept trading sideways around 0.12, and every day I wondered if I’d made another bad decision. My girlfriend asked why I had such dark circles under my eyes. I said I’d been working overtime. The truth was, I’d been watching the charts.
On the fourth day, the news came. Gitcoin announced a new on-chain donation incentive mechanism, and several major influencers started recommending GTC. The price shot straight from 0.13 to 0.18. My heart raced, and my palms were drenched in sweat.
Day five: 0.21.
Day six: 0.2449.
I stared at the number, my mind completely blank. From 0.1145 to 0.2449, my three thousand yuan had turned into more than six thousand. It might not sound like much, but it felt as if the whole world were applauding me.
I didn’t get greedy. I sold everything around 0.24. Someone in the group called me an idiot and said it would go to at least one yuan. But I didn’t care anymore. I sent my girlfriend five thousand yuan and said, “Let me take you out for a nice meal.” She froze for a moment, then smiled.
GTC’s price fell back a little later, but I don’t regret it. Because this time, I wasn’t gambling. I’d made a decision I believed in, even though I was afraid.
People ask me what my secret is. There isn’t one. It’s just that when everyone else was afraid, I happened to have the courage to press that button.
Of course, I know I won’t win every time. This time, luck was on my side.
#GTC #加密货币 #BuyTheDip