Li Xiuwen discovered that the newly summoned Beast Thirteen had completely implemented his orders. Once Bitcoin was mined, he would put it on the trading network.
Up to now, only nine bitcoins have been sold, and seven are still hanging on the trading network.
And for the nine bitcoins that were successfully sold, the transaction price was lower than one, from $9,000 to $8,700.
[Isn't it, just over a dozen bitcoins in this mere mere $300? ]
Li Xiuwen suddenly wondered, isn't Bitcoin the No. 1 cryptocurrency on the Internet, saying that it is worth hundreds of billions of dollars.
It turned out that even the sell-off of more than a dozen Bitcoins could not be absorbed. It was so disappointing and so fragile. No wonder the price would go up and down like a roller coaster.
At this time, Li Xiuwen's best way to make money is to change the way of selling bitcoin, from large-scale sales to slow-delivery.
Even with the big players pushing up and suppressing prices, harvesting new leeks—people who are jealous of Bitcoin like Cheng Xi and want to get rich.
"Beast Thirteen, you continue to maintain this rhythm. I want to see if the big Bitcoin dealers will make a move."
It may be too easy to mine Bitcoin, and Li Xiuwen's dissatisfaction with this kind of "faith" in maintaining prices in his heart still maintains his previous selling method.
Of course, in order to realize the mining of bitcoins as soon as possible, he also expanded the trading network for sale to four, and listed bitcoins on trading websites such as Huobi.com and Binance.com.
Li Xiuwen watched the price of Bitcoin on various trading websites fall, and he felt refreshed, as if seeing the rising housing prices continue to fall.
A few days ago, as an intern, he faced rising housing prices in Zhuzhou, and he couldn't buy a square meter of an area with his salary for a month of internship in an electric car factory.
���That kind of deep sense of frustration, like the feeling of rootless duckweed, did not fade so quickly, but still remained in my heart.
Perhaps since then, Li Xiuwen has developed a slight resentment towards commodities with mostly financial attributes. Why can I even make a home?
The 30 years since China's re-emergence has witnessed the vigorous development of the manufacturing industry, which has absorbed a large number of manpower and laid a vital foundation.
But in the past six or seven years, the real estate industry, which relies on financial operations, has pumped all funds in like a water pump, leaving China's manufacturing industry half dead and turning tens of millions of people into house slaves.
There is no doubt that Bitcoin has more financial attributes than commercial houses, and it has little use value, unlike houses that can at least live in.
Li Xiuwen slowly clarified the real reason why he harmed others and disadvantaged himself and continued to sell bitcoin on a large scale.
[Haha, it's crazy to not make money if you have money, but I like it! ]
The four major bitcoin trading websites, under the continuous sell-off, the price of bitcoins dropped unanimously, down to $8,500 each.
Li Xiuwen looked at the account and found that there were more than half a million US dollars in it, which almost made the money from buying the smart computing center.
From now on, every bitcoin he sells is almost pure profit.
Because the power consumed by the smart computing center is pitiful compared to the tens of millions of kilowatt-hours per hour in those huge mines.
In the past few hours, the global bitcoin price has fallen to more than four thousand dollars like an avalanche, with a downward trend.
[I am the god of Bitcoin, let it drop and drop! ]
Li Xiuwen, who has made a lot of money, decided to knock the price of Bitcoin into the dust and make it impossible to drop until the lowest.
He seemed to see the wailing of hundreds of thousands of Bitcoin speculators all over the world, all with red eyes and heads in remorse, wishing to have never bought Bitcoin.
This kind of taste of manipulating the fate of others is really cool, as if you are incarnation of a god,
Move your fingers to make countless people feel happy, angry, sad. What surprised Li Xiuwen a little is that until now, no big dealers have come forward to absorb Bitcoin, and there has been no rescue operation, as if they have disappeared.
He quickly did not take this issue to heart. As long as a big dealer raises the price, he will get more dollars from selling bitcoin. Why not take it.
"It's not only the wine from last night that makes me cry, but it's not only your tenderness that makes me reluctant to give up..."
Li Xiuwen's cell phone rang, and the melody of "City Capital" resounded in the office.
"It's over, Bitcoin has fallen to more than four thousand dollars, and my investment has lost 150,000 dollars!"
"I have to borrow money from Mr. Li, or I will be beaten to death by my dad when I go home for the New Year!"
Cheng Xi's voice revealed a deep mourning, a kind of heartbreaking, because he could not see any signs of Bitcoin rebounding.
"Ah, no problem! But haven't you considered closing positions and stopping losses?"
Li Xiuwen secretly said apologetic, but also a little curious why Cheng Xi didn't sell the bitcoin on hand.
"Anyway, it's already so bad, it doesn't matter if you throw it or not."
"Holding Bitcoin, there is still a little chance that it will bounce back and you will lose money when you sell it."
Cheng Xi said sullenly, which sounds reasonable.
Li Xiuwen shook his head slightly, disagreeing with this mentality of falling down and pretending to be dead, but he did not continue to persuade him.
Everyone is an adult, their thinking has become fixed, and the effect of persuasion is very low.
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New York Wall Street, the world's financial center.
The Ninety-floor Blackstone Mansion that plunges into the sky. UU reading www. uukanshu.com
A group of well-maintained middle-aged and elderly men gathered together, facing the one-hundred-inch TV screen on the wall, and they were discussing intensely.
Most of them are whites, only three of them have darker skin, but they are much whiter than blacks. They are a mixture of whites and blacks. There is no yellow skin at all.
"I think it's time to buy Bitcoin, otherwise we can only watch its price collapse and touch it to the end!"
"No, Jack, it's not the time yet. Bitcoin's previous bubble was too big. I think letting it fall to two thousand dollars, and retail investors can make even more by making a panic sell."
"Peter, you are playing with fire! If the price is too low, retail investors may give up and hold on to Bitcoin. The time is right now."
"Jack, Peter, you all seem to overlook one person, that is the damn guy who keeps selling bitcoins on the trading network. He looks like a miner who owns a lot of bitcoins. If you want to make rules, you must beat him. Warehouse, otherwise our plan will not be realized."
"Huh! Is it possible that our Blackstone consortium would be afraid of a guy who hides his head and reveals his tail? He is not worth mentioning! He just relies on one third of the entire network for mining."
"Yes, the people who stand in our way, as long as they are not the consortiums on Wall Street, are all bugs that are crushed to death. He ruined our harvest plan and is our enemy. I hope that he will jump out and join us. Right."
Sitting in the middle, the white-haired old man Stone who had been silent all the time, suddenly coughed.
"Okay, let's start to oscillate. This time Bitcoin has squeezed enough bubbles. It's time to let it rise again for a new round of harvest."
"Yes, Mr. Stone."
The others closed their mouths and said respectfully.