I used to plan my life every day after I became rich: buying a seaside villa, hiring a driver and nanny, and frequenting high-end clubs. But reality slapped me hard. The villa became a shared cubicle, and the idea of being a model is unthinkable. Every day, the first thing I do when I open my eyes is check my account balance. Even buying a cup of milk tea takes forever. Now, my life goals have been downgraded from villas and models to: not losing too much money, not getting stuck in a deep loss, not recklessly adding to my positions, and just being able to eat a decent meal in peace. 😂