HandsomeBull

Short-haired divorced woman in a small suit,
Financially independent and acting as the funder,
Talking about tens of millions,
In the end, it's all just a dream.
Horizontal inscription — Hello, Brother Qiang

Rumor:
The right picture is Lei Zhenzi, stage name Ah Giao
It was him who revived Xue Manzi after watching 30 seconds of an advertisement.
Please don't tell anyone!

Why can Xue Manzi dine at the same table with A Giao?
Has A Giao inscribed the zongzi inscription?

Sometimes, people are in a rush to fully automate managed trading.
Still, stay calm.
Maybe everything is fine today, but just wait—wait until you sleep, and it will seem like it’s been possessed.
Things have gotten complicated now.
Let me explain.
I haven't done anything at all.

My life now, besides unexpected windfalls, can't handle anything else—coming from frequently selling out, giving AI permission to trade based on what it considers good indicators, only to have it get wiped out and sent back to square one, leading to today’s big loss. Originally, I had closed positions and was just holding cash, but I didn't notice it covering and opening new trades, and in the end, the indicator hit, but the profit was gone—heartbroken old cow.
I fed it a bunch of code, still full of bugs, so Lana at least fed it 40 million lines of code.
(It’s like that type of person in

My life now, besides unexpected windfalls, can’t handle any surprises.
—From repeatedly selling out, granting AI permissions to close positions it thought had great indicators, only for them to be liquidated, then returning for a second run—leading to today’s big rice loss when it was already flat; I was busy doing other things and didn’t notice his cover orders. The punchline is: the indicator reached profit, then the profit was gone—the sad old cow.
The market is almost about to wrap up. I still haven’t synced with him, so I’ve concluded that Lana has at lea

Thank you, Claude.
Be brave and be yourself!
❤️

What the hell does that even mean???
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“Qualified liquidity”—nobody invites anyone over, just because we’re farmers?
The so-called “invited elites” usually just talk big; they don’t actually pay up—they call that “staying as company.”
When I’m the one taking money out of my own pocket, I also never see them remember me—but the moment it’s time for a meeting, nobody invites me.
Put down your chopsticks and say my mom is nasty.
In Feng’s day, there’s no “peak.”

Update on the rights protection incident:
It's been a while since I mentioned this, and we're still in a tug-of-war, exhausting progress.
Secondly, as the market declines, the exposed human nature and the aftermath of being backstabbed by acquaintances have surfaced, triggering reactions.
Trust is betrayed, social order collapses, panic, anxiety, inability to form close relationships, loss of desire to express oneself, social disconnection.
After review, emotional cycles revolve around denial, shame, and self-blame.
Some people say that the scoundrels benefit and are also winners.

Actually, it's just that I hate that she doesn't care about me that much!
Romantic poetry, beautiful scenery, and passionate love all belong to you wealthy people.
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