Mihao did not chase the bag. Mihao sat at the table, closed his eyes, and waited. The bag came to him. In stacks. Hundreds of them. He was not surprised. He knew.
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"In the year of the green candle, a cat shall sit upon a hall of bills. He will not blink. He will not sell. And all who held him shall eat noodles no more."— ancient scroll, found under a sofa, slightly chewed
Press the button. Mihao will open one eye, look at your wallet, and close it again. Then he will speak. Fortunes are 100% accurate in the meme dimension and 0% accurate in the real one.
Click the table to place a stack. Mihao judges you silently. Reach new ranks. Nothing is real. Feel rich anyway.
Phantom, Solflare, whatever. Mihao does not care which. Mihao cares about what is on the table.
Fill it up. A small offering. The table needs to start somewhere.
Paste the CA. Press swap. Close your eyes slowly, like him.
Do not check the chart every 4 seconds. The fortune was already foretold. Act like it.
An orange cat who sat behind a table full of cash and looked deeply unbothered. Some say he summoned it. Some say he was born next to it. He has not commented.
He has already seen the future. Looking again would be rude.
Mihao does not do "wen". Mihao does "already".
No. This is a cat. Please do not take financial advice from a cat, even a very calm one.