Stock Live Trading P213: The Landscape Remains Unchanged

I am aloof and proud; even if an immortal were to pat my head, I would still insist on forging my own path in swordsmanship. Now the sword is broken, and with it, the man.

I was once a prodigy of unparalleled talent and brilliance, singing of the highest arts. Now I endure humiliation to survive, destitute and miserable, eating food handed out in pity.

A knight-errant wronged, a pearl covered in dust, a treasured sword sheathed.

I am a man out of my time. If my way is blocked, I will let down my hair, set sail in a small boat, weep and sing, and wander the world. Wouldn't that be joyful? Wouldn't that be better than the mediocre, toiling masses of this world! Even in death, I will not admit defeat!

I have nothing, am heavily in debt, abandoned by all, utterly alone. But I still have poetry, I still have dreams, I still have songs.

My ambition is to stage a comeback, to soar like an eagle across the world, with a spirit that devours ten thousand miles like a tiger. Even if I now live on instant noodles and boxed lunches, it does not change my lofty aspirations.

What if no one believes in me? What if the whole world mocks me? I will never give up. I want to win!

Even if I blow up my account 1000 more times, I will absolutely not leave the stock market. With my intelligence, with my talent, if heaven won't let me get rich, it's playing a huge joke on me. If my luck is just a little better, if I'm just a little more careful, the returns in the future will be a hundred, a thousandfold. I believe my future will be one of boundless glory. I will surely stand atop the sea of stocks, I will surely become a legendary figure like the Eastern Heretic, Western Poison, Southern Emperor, and Northern Beggar, become China's legendary retail investor. This is my true destiny. I am looking at my future through a crystal. I see my true self, wearing a crown, laughing as I walk on a red carpet. This is my original face, this is the ending I was meant to have.

Are kings and nobles born to their station? A true man should be like this; I can replace him. When these three men said these words, their circumstances were not necessarily better than mine, yet they entered the historical records. Now, I, Gu Fen Yi, what's wrong with becoming a mere stock god? It should be so.
Written after drinking, drunk on wine, but the man is not yet drunk.

Stock God Gu, Stock God Gu, who cares for the past splendor? Only the rivers and mountains remain as before, the rivers and mountains remain as before, the rivers and mountains remain for Gu.