Mr. Xu, you're so clueless ahhhhh! If you had allocated just 1/100 of your loaned assets to Bitcoin back in the day, you'd be set for life by now. This moment feels so fitting for the 'Song of the End' from *Dream of the Red Chamber*: Empty halls and humble rooms, once filled with official seals; Withered grass and barren willows, once a place for music and dance. Cobwebs now cover carved beams, green gauze now pasted on the window panes. What talk of rosy cheeks and fragrant powder, when frost now touches the temples?