Up $40k…
Down $40k…
Doesn’t matter.
My days are still the same.
Wake up, head to the nearest coffee shop.
One americano, black, no sugar.
Cigarillo.
Eggs Benedict.
Crack open old-school copy to study.
Kind of advertising that’d get you jailed today.
I read, analyze and absorb.
Check my stocks.
Down $40k.
Whatever.
Check my ads.
Down $10k.
Whatever.
I open my notebook.
Whip out my fountain pen.
The years of intuition flowing through my wrists.
Then I start blasting the outline for my next 7-figure hit.
Head back home.
Get ready for some BJJ…
Grapple to death with some 40yr old accountant.
3 kids, a wife, probably on more TRT than water.
Great session.
Head home.
Shower, order some food.
And continue my late night work session.
Loading up new ads to fire into the abyss.
As long as I have a single dollar left I’m shooting.
Ready to see what tomorrow brings.
Up $40k, down $40k, doesn’t matter, my days are still the same.
Because playing the GAME is MY REWARD.
Remember this quote.
Take care,
Zhihao Huang
