《Man Jiang Hong · Coin Hoarding》Anger rises to the crown, leaning on the railing, the drizzling rain stops. Look up, look up to the sky and howl, with intense ambition. The waves of the coin sea surge and the deflationary tide never stops. Start over and tidy up the old mountains and rivers, towards the heavenly gate. Coin Hoarding, a hidden treasure trove, a deflationary strategy, like frost and snow. Watch the ever-changing world, I stand tall. Coin Hoarding, ten years to sharpen a sword, quietly waiting for the flowers to bloom and the moon to be full. On that day, the coin price soars, smi
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