The pullback is over. Congrats to those who closed their positions and got off the ride—you’re about to miss out on this unprecedented, crazy bear market. By the end of the year, you’ll be driving a stolen electric scooter back to your hometown, only to have the village chief tell you to park farther away, preferably near the river. Your cousin-in-law, whom you’ve never met, will pick up a piece of ginger for you. The bowl is self-brought, and the chicken is leftovers from last night. Only then will you realize how cold society can be, how relatives’ gazes carry mockery, and how people are divided into different classes. At night, you’ll return home, look at your closed position records, and shed tears of regret. You’ll tell yourself, ‘This is society—if you can’t hold on, you’ll end up slapping your thigh.’