Last night, the dinner continued.
In a four-person group, Director Song brought along a junior sister who had just entered the system.
After three rounds of drinks, the junior sister asked Director Song how to quickly advance in the unit.
Director Song glanced at me, smiled, and said nothing.
I poured a glass of dry white wine and told her about our previous adventure in the no-man's land.
There was an English teacher who followed us into the no-man's land.
At first, everyone went their separate ways, the environment was extremely harsh, with low oxygen, bumpy roads, and sandstorms everywhere.
By the third day, most people's physical condition and emotions were on the verge of collapse, starting to complain to each other, and some were even desperate enough to want to smash a car.
But this female teacher did not.
She is extremely calm, knowing that in such places, collapse solves nothing; only absolute strength can lead to a comfortable life.
She actively sat in the big predator driven by the leading brother.
This is definitely not about romance; it's a primitive exchange of chips.
Big brother offers scarce survival resources and protection.
She offers emotional value and other things.
Once out of the no-man's-land, while others have shed a layer of skin, her account is filled with carefree photos of conquering the desert solo.
Later, she used this so-called 'adventure experience' and her network to move from grassroots to the city.
The bottom rules of the adult world are like this.
All the upward climbs, all the wealth transfers, are brutal transactions with prices set in the dark.
Whoever can control themselves while others are emotionally collapsing and yelling will get the bloody cheap chips.
Staring at the number fluctuating around 2140 on the screen, that familiar feeling of suffocation comes back.
A few days ago, the market brutally smashed out a deep pit.
When it reached the position in 2021, a huge influx of funds suddenly came in, directly pulling the price up to 2199.
That's where large institutions took a big bite of flesh from the blood pool at the bottom.
The bottom warehouse has been built. What's next?
Thinking that they will lift you up directly? Don't even think about it.
What they are doing now is driving into the no-man's-land, turning off the air conditioning, and starting to wear you down.
Look at the current trend; every candlestick is bleeding downwards.
But this blood seeps in a very strange way.
Listening carefully, the sound of buying and selling is getting quieter; there are no big players dumping stocks.
All those retail investors in the car who couldn't withstand the bumps, in fear, trampled on each other, throwing out the remaining rations from the windows.
Dull knives cutting flesh can most effectively breach a person's psychological defenses.
The big speculator doesn't need to spend a single cent; just with time, they can wear you down to despair.
The area below 2110 to 2130 is the last camp that these institutions must defend.
Don't give up your life when the lack of oxygen is most severe.
Tie your hands up.
Once the price drops into this hunter zone, as soon as you see big funds reigniting,
Follow the big brother's car and close your eyes.
Tactical direction: Long
Hunter range: 2120 - 2130
Survival bottom line: 2093 (if it falls below this, it indicates that the leading car has flipped. Cut losses to survive, never hold positions)
Take profit range: 2180 reduce position / 2240 liquidate
Heavenly principles never punish the wicked; they only punish the weak.