At the age of 32, I had been struggling in the crypto world for a full 8 years, my hairline had receded several centimeters, but the numbers in my account had stubbornly increased by 7 zeros.

Don't flatter me. To put it simply, I've stepped into enough pits and finally filled all these pits to build my own wall.

In the winter of 2020, I curled up in a shared apartment in a village within the city of Guangzhou. The sound of arguments from the next room rose and fell, and I could only plug my ears and stare at the screen. At that time, BTC had dropped to 18,000, and I was tightly holding onto 120,000 yuan, with anxiety almost spilling over in my heart—afraid that a careless mistake would lead to a margin call.

I really have no choice, so I made a strict rule for myself: use 30% to test the waters, keep 40% to wait for opportunities to add to my position, and lock in the remaining 30% for profits.

With this seemingly ordinary "343" strategy, I was pulled from that damp rental apartment into a suite in a five-star hotel.

**Let's talk about this initial step.** I threw 36,000 into BTC, set my stop-loss, and went to sleep. The next day, when I opened my eyes, the market had risen by 8 points, and my friend laughed at me for being too conservative and not following the trend. I immediately went downstairs to have a bowl of wonton noodles for 12 yuan—it's most important to stay alive in the crypto world, to learn the lessons of losing money solidly; everything else is secondary.

**Let's take a look at this additional investment phase.** When BTC adjusted to 15,000, I set a strict rule: for every 10% drop, I would increase my position by 10%. Just like chasing a girl, I did what I said. I did this a total of four times, and in the end, I managed to reduce my holding cost down to 13,000. During that time, I rode my electric bike to deliver food during the day and stayed up late at night watching the K-line. My seat was stolen three times, but the coins in my account kept increasing day by day.

**Lastly, it's the art of holding.** BTC finally broke the previous high, and I poured in the remaining 36,000, then directly closed all the apps and bought a plane ticket to Yunnan. I rented a small homestay for 800 a month and spent every day sunbathing by Erhai Lake. Three months later, BTC soared to 42,000, and my account finally broke 8 digits for the first time. I was so excited that I opened a bottle of 2,000 champagne to celebrate by the sea, but ended up throwing it all up due to altitude sickness.

Don't think this is just luck. To be honest, what really changed me was this "343" strategy—it splits greed into three parts and locks fear in a cabinet.

The hotel room rate I stay at every day is 2000, not to show off, but to constantly remind myself of the hardships I've endured. In the past, I used to stumble in the dark alone, but now I hold a lamp in my hand.