Revival in the Stock Market — To Every Dreamer Who Refuses to Be Ordinary

I’ve been lurking on the stock trading forum for over a decade, watching countless people rise and fall here. I’ve witnessed legends of overnight wealth and have also seen the despair of total losses. Today, I’ve finally gathered the courage to write my first post—not to show off or preach, but simply to share the bittersweet experiences of my life, the ups and downs, without reservation. This is not only a way to account for my past but also to offer a bit of strength to friends in difficulty and with dreams, and more importantly, to help like-minded individuals take fewer detours in the stock market and move forward together. [淘股吧]

I am a child of the '80s, born and raised in a rural area. Growing up in a poor family, the days of toiling in the fields taught me from an early age that only education could change my destiny. With a tenacity that refused to back down, I became one of the few college students in my village. Carrying a simple backpack, I left the mountains, believing that I could escape poverty and live a different life. But reality dealt me a harsh blow. As soon as I entered society, I, naïve and inexperienced, was deceived by so-called “friends” and fell into a pyramid scheme. Those days were the darkest and most hopeless of my life. Losing my freedom and facing disdain, I was brainwashed and exploited daily, seeing no glimmer of hope. Yet, deep down, I had a stubborn streak; even when mired in mud, I never thought of resigning myself to fate. The torturous years in that pyramid scheme unexpectedly honed my eloquence, forcing me to learn how to communicate and persuade others, and developing my psychological resilience. Later, I seized the opportunity and fought with all my might to escape that den of iniquity, enduring hardships until I reached Shenzhen. At that time, Shenzhen was bustling yet foreign to me; I had no money and no relatives, and my only asset was the eloquence I had developed. Leveraging my strong communication skills and a fearless attitude, I successfully entered a large company as a salesperson. Starting from the bottom, I wasn’t afraid of hardship or exhaustion; I went after clients others were reluctant to pursue and carried the performance that others couldn’t achieve. Waking up early and working late, I gave it my all. Hard work paid off, and my performance soared, advancing from sales associate to sales director, ultimately sitting in the position of vice president, wielding great power and enjoying boundless glory.

I thought life would be smooth sailing from then on, but the deceit and scheming in the workplace dealt me another severe blow. The empire I had painstakingly built was suppressed and marginalized, my efforts went unrecognized, and my achievements were usurped. Angered, I decisively resigned, unwilling to continue living under others’ control. Using the network and experience I had accumulated over the years, I started my own company. The entrepreneurial path was equally tough, but I never backed down. With exceptional abilities and a fighting spirit, my company quickly got on track, with revenue surpassing a hundred million and my personal assets reaching the ten million mark. During that time, I was full of youthful vigor, feeling like there was nothing I couldn’t achieve, becoming a successful person in the eyes of others, surrounded by flattery and praise. But fate is always unpredictable; in 2014, the market took a sharp downturn, the industry entered a cold winter, and coupled with the burden of triangular debts at the factory, the cash flow broke down. After struggling for a long time, I ultimately had to close the factory. Half a lifetime of hard work went to waste, and I fell from the clouds to the abyss.

That year, I was already middle-aged. Having experienced the highs and lows, I no longer wanted to work for others. Knowing the harsh realities of the workplace, I understood that after 35, it would be difficult to find stable employment, and I didn’t want to live a life dictated by others. The difficulties of traditional industries and the troubles of triangular debts completely extinguished my thoughts of reopening a factory. Just when I was lost and helpless, seeing many around me making a fortune in the stock market and hearing countless tales of sudden wealth, I recalled my past successes and felt a spark of pride. I believed I was smart and capable, that I had strong execution skills, and that I was naturally suited for stocks; the stock market was the best stage for my comeback. With full confidence and passion, I stepped into the stock market. Little did I know, this battlefield was more brutal and ruthless than the business world. My past successes in business were of no use in the stock market; my previous confidence turned into repeated defeats. After entering the market, my account began to halve, again and again, my principal continuously shrinking, from a modest initial savings to gradually diminishing. Yet, I never lost heart, always thinking that I could turn things around next time, believing that with my abilities, I could definitely conquer the market. The hardest time was during the stock market crash of 2015. With countless stocks hitting the limit down, the market was in mourning, and everyone was panicking to escape, but I saw what I thought was “hope.” With the government stepping in to stabilize the market, I thought it was time to buy at the bottom. Ignoring the risks, I borrowed heavily and put all my assets on the line. But reality dealt me the most fatal blow; the market didn’t rebound as I had hoped, but continued to decline, my 6 million investment wiped to zero in a short time, leaving nothing.

Even so, I still didn’t admit defeat. I firmly believed that I could rise again in the stock market. To raise money to turn things around, I sold my house in Shenzhen, sold my car, maxed out all my credit cards, borrowed every penny I could, and put everything I could liquidate into the stock market. But the result was still a crushing defeat—burdened with debt, unable to pay my credit card bills, I ultimately ended up on the blacklist for trust violations, becoming a “blacklisted” person everyone tried to avoid. At that time, I truly understood what it meant to be at a dead end. Because I was blacklisted, no legitimate factories or companies would hire me, and I couldn’t find even the most ordinary job. Once a successful company president, I had now fallen to a point where I had no place to stand, with friends distancing themselves and relatives full of helplessness. In desperation, I had to swallow my pride and reach out to old colleagues I hadn’t contacted in ten years, humbly asking for a job. Fortunately, an old colleague, out of goodwill, offered me a position as sales director. But this job became the most humiliating time in my life. I worked diligently, striving to achieve results, yet by chance, I overheard him bragging at a dinner table: “He used to do even bigger things than I did, enjoying great success, and now he’s just working for me for a salary of 15,000. I can scold him whenever I want.” Those words struck me like a sharp knife, deeply piercing my heart. The pride I once had was trampled underfoot; the glory of the past turned into a laughingstock for others. At that moment, I realized that dignity cannot be begged for; it must be earned. Without hesitation, I chose to resign, vowing that no matter how poor or difficult it became, I would never endure such humiliation.

After resigning, I had only around 100,000 yuan saved from a year of work. With dependents above and below me, the pressure of living weighed heavily on me, but the fire in my heart never went out. I knew I couldn’t fall; I had to stand up again. By the end of 2024, I resolutely decided to leave my family with 40,000 yuan for living expenses to ensure their basic livelihood, putting the remaining 100,000 yuan entirely into the stock market. This time, I let go of all pride and impatience, no longer blindly confident or eager for quick success. I calmed down to study the market, reflecting on past failures, and refining my trading model. Countless days and nights were spent studying K-line charts, reviewing every trade, and learning from masters like Teacher Yang Jia and Teacher Kobe. I realized that many of my previous operations were very naive; in the face of human nature, many technical indicators were powerless. I summarized each mistake, eating instant noodles when hungry and napping at my desk when tired. The failures of the past became my most precious experiences; the hardships honed my more resilient will. Hard work pays off; this time, I finally found the right direction, grasping the laws of the market. Starting with 100,000 yuan, I steadily built up my investments, taking each step cautiously, and now my account has grown to 730,000 yuan.

Looking at the growing numbers in my account, I knew I had finally escaped that dark period. But I won’t be satisfied with this; my goals are lofty, and I aim to reach 10 million or even higher. I believe that as long as there is faith in my heart and strength beneath my feet, there is no unreachable goal.

In writing this post, I want to share three things with everyone.

First, this is my most authentic experience, with not a shred of fabrication. From a rural college student to a victim of a pyramid scheme, from vice president of a company to an entrepreneur, from millions in assets to heavy debts and being blacklisted, and now starting from scratch again. I’ve tasted the sweetest honey of life and endured the most bitter thorns of the world. My life has been a rollercoaster, marked by ups and downs, but I have never been defeated by fate.

Second, I want to encourage every friend in difficulty. In life, no one has a smooth path; challenges and setbacks are the norm. Business failures, investment losses, workplace disappointments, and living hardships are all nothing to fear. What’s truly frightening is losing confidence, is giving up on oneself. Even if you hit rock bottom and have nothing, as long as you don’t admit defeat, there’s a chance for a comeback; as long as you are willing to persevere, there will be a day to rise. In the stock market, there are both losses and gains; in life, there are ups and downs. If you can afford to lose, you can win; if you can endure, you can see the light of dawn.

Third, I want to meet more like-minded friends. Having been on the stock trading forum for over a decade, I understand the difficulties retail investors face—the endless pitfalls and winding paths. Moving forward, I will take root here long-term, starting tomorrow, sharing practical insights daily, and completely sharing my years of trading experiences, stock-picking techniques, and mental models. I hope that those who are destined to see this post can learn and grow together here, avoiding pitfalls and detours, walking hand in hand in the stock market to achieve our wealth dreams together.

Through years of storms, I have never given up; now, with a new journey ahead, I aim for the distance. Whether past glories or failures, they are all behind me. From now on, on the stock trading forum, we start anew, making friends through stock trading and connecting hearts. May we all hold our ground in adversity, grow through setbacks, fear not difficulties, and shun failure, with an unwavering spirit to live the life we desire, carving out a slice of heaven in the stock market and achieving a turnaround in life!

Perhaps I may never fully escape; perhaps my funds may see zero again. But after years of exploration, I believe my experiences can be replicated. As a child from the countryside, I fear not failure; what I fear is not being able to provide a better life for my family. I look forward to and will persist in sharing with everyone in the future!