"Blood Red Candlestick: The Rebirth of the Old Bridge"

The old bridge encountered an Ethereum contract liquidation, resulting in the loss of a million fortune, using ancestral jade Guanyin as collateral to raise funds.
In the office at three in the morning, using 2.8 million from selling jewelry to open a hundredfold leverage, for the final showdown with the market.
Fragments of life flashing amidst market fluctuations, the tears of a wife intertwining with a father's last words form a mental cage. When the account balance surpasses eight million, it becomes clear that this victory is merely the beginning of a much longer gamble.
As the death knell of the cryptocurrency world rang out the day before yesterday, the old bridge was staring at the blood-red dragon fish turning pale in the fish tank.
The blue light of the ETH liquidation record pierced through the darkness at three in the morning, with a loss of 3.4 million etched into the retina like an electronic epitaph. The frequency of the fish's gills' last movements surprisingly matched the volatility of the death Candlestick from three hours ago.
"The jade Guanyin from the Guangxu era, capable of nurturing rainbows with its water head." The pawnshop owner's laser pointer dissected the jade sculpture's abdomen, and a holographic projection revealed a fibrous substance resembling capillaries. "It was exchanged for three carts of military pay by the warlord back then." As the smart contract on the blockchain spat out a valuation of 2.8 million, the old bridge heard the sound of jade cracking—just like when his wife tore the marriage certificate at the civil affairs bureau last year.
The moment the trading software starts, an emerald glow seeps through the cracks of the blue light blocking glasses.
The confirmation button for a hundred times leverage is as scarlet as a casino roulette, and as the old bridge clicks "Go All In", the notification letter of his daughter's expulsion from the international school is being spat out like snowflakes from the shredder.
This time I must win, I must take back everything that belongs to me... the old bridge seems to roar with a possessed soul!
At the moment when the Wall Street algorithm awakens, the Candlestick suddenly stands upright, and for every jump of one hundred thousand in floating profit, the temple explodes with a shard of ice - that was the night of the LUNA coin crash in 2022, the trajectory of a colleague's pupils dilating during their cerebral hemorrhage.
At four nineteen in the morning, the price of Ethereum broke through the 2700 dollar mark. The jade cigarette holder cracked between the teeth, a relic crushed by grandfather on the night of the Shanghai gold market crash, now oozing dark green liquid.
When the total account balance surged to 8.8 million, the cracks in the cigarette holder perfectly overlapped with the ETH funding rate curve. When Ethereum reached 2700 points, the old bridge threw all profits into the hundred-fold short position, and the dead fish in the fish tank suddenly revived with golden scales. Ethereum indeed plummeted, with a waterfall straight down to 2000 points!
The blood-red Candlestick twists into a Möbius strip in the cracks of the anti-blue light lenses, as the 3.4 million that was liquidated last night is expanding into 34 million in a parallel universe.
When the last rays of dawn pierced through the river mist and the sound of a successful withdrawal echoed, the old bridge finally saw the full text of the Manchu incantation carved on the Guanyin's pedestal—the ultimate wager left by my great-grandfather during the silver dollar craze: "Reincarnation and perpetuity, until the void shatters." It turns out this is the redemption of my great-grandfather's spirit!