At three in the morning, my fingers were trembling

My name is Chen Lei. I’m an ordinary programmer in Shenzhen, earning 23,000 yuan a month. One late night in October 2026, I was lying in bed scrolling through my phone when I saw someone post in a group chat: “Looks like BMT is about to take off. Get in now.”

I had no idea what BMT was. I opened Binance and saw it was priced at just 0.022 USDT, with a pitifully small market cap and a 24-hour trading volume of only a few million. Someone in the group said it was the governance token of a new project with a solid team behind it. But honestly, I was completely swept up by those two words: “soaring prices.”

I transferred 5,000 yuan and bought around 140,000 BMT. Then I went to sleep, thinking that even if I lost a few thousand, I could consider it tuition.

At seven the next morning, my phone vibrated and woke me up. I checked it and saw that BMT was now at 0.035. I rubbed my eyes, thinking I must have read it wrong. I refreshed. Still 0.035. Up 45 percent. My 5,000 yuan had turned into more than 7,000.

At that moment, my heart was pounding so hard I could hear it. The group chat had gone wild. Someone was calling for a target of 0.05, while someone else said it was going to 0.1. I stared at the candlestick chart as the green candle shot upward like a rocket, reaching a high of 0.05144. My account was showing more than 12,000 yuan in unrealized gains.

My hands started trembling. Not because I was cold, but because I had never seen so much money appear out of nowhere in just a few hours. I was frantically calculating in my head: if it reached 0.1, I’d have nearly 30,000 yuan. If it reached 1, I’d have 140,000. My mind was completely out of control.

But I didn’t sell.

Because the person who’d called the trade in the group said this was just the beginning, and the target was 0.5. I watched the price start falling from 0.051: 0.048, 0.042, 0.038. I told myself it was a normal pullback, just a dip in a bull market. The price kept dropping: 0.035, 0.031, 0.028.

The mood in the group changed. Someone said the big players had bailed. Someone else said the good news had already been priced in. People started cursing the person who’d called the trade. I stared at the screen as my unrealized gains went from 12,000 to 8,000, then 5,000, then 3,000, and finally turned into a loss.

I finally cut my losses at 0.026. I lost around 400 yuan—not much, but it felt worse than losing 400,000. It wasn’t about the money. It was that I’d been up 12,000 yuan and hadn’t managed to keep a single cent of it.

Afterward, I spent a long time reviewing what happened and came to understand one thing: in crypto, knowing how to buy makes you an apprentice; knowing how to sell makes you the master. That candlestick from 0.022 to 0.051 felt just like a roller coaster ride. I got on, but didn’t get off in time.

BMT is now hovering around 0.035, and I still check it from time to time. Not because I want to buy again, but to remind myself that those trembling fingers at three in the morning must never press the buy button out of greed again.

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