Have you ever seen someone cry while selling a house?
Not tears of relief. Not tears of gratitude.
But tears of collapse.
Today, I saw it for the second time in my life.
The first time was years ago—when I sold my own home.
Today, it happened again, in Hongxiu City.
The owner bought that apartment in 2017. Back then, the market was roaring. He paid nearly 1.5 million yuan for the unit and bundled a 400,000-yuan parking space with it. Everyone told him he was lucky. Everyone said he got in just in time. Property was security. Property was the future. Property was dignity.

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Beijing and Shanghai have rarely looked this empty. Shops are closing, malls stand deserted—and one question echoes everywhere: where did the people go?
#chinaeconomy #undercover #tofu #collapse #china

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“Take one look and tens of millions are gone. Take another look, and tens of millions disappear again. Money vanishes not because of mistakes, but because time itself has turned against you.
This is Shajing, Shenzhen. It used to be one of the most vibrant, crowded, and energetic places in the city. After work, you couldn’t walk ten meters without bumping into someone. Voices overlapped, lights stayed on late into the night, and the streets felt alive. Today, all of that feels like it belongs to another era. Everything here is stitched to memory now. What once symbolized speed, opportunity, and ambition has quietly turned into history. Even Shenzhen—the strongest of China’s first-tier cities—can no longer hold its ground. There was a time when people said they were fleeing Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou just to come here.

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Thai F-16s ruled the skies, while Cambodia’s Chinese-supplied jets never left the ground. In just a few days of escalation along the Thailand–Cambodia border, a brutal reality was laid bare: air power decides modern conflict, and Cambodia had none. Six Chinese-made FTC-2000G fighter jets—worth over fifty million dollars and advertised as Cambodia’s pride—sat motionless on the runway as Thai aircraft carried out real strike missions overhead. The imbalance was absolute. One side controlled the air. The other absorbed the blows. And China, the arms supplier and Cambodia’s closest political patron, said nothing.
This was not merely a border clash. It was a live-fire exposure of what Chinese military aid is really worth when war stops being theoretical.
As Thai F-16s crossed into contested zones and launched precision strikes, Cambodia’s air force remained invisible. No interceptions. No counterattacks. No aerial presence of any kind. The silence from Cambodian airbases was deafening. Those six Chinese jets—paraded in ceremonies, praised in state media, and used to project an image of modernization—were suddenly useless. In the moment that mattered, they became hangar decorations.

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For years, the world has been fed a single, hypnotic narrative: China’s EV industry is unstoppable, and BYD is the untouchable king at the top of the throne. Month after month, headline after headline reinforced the myth — record sales, soaring production, relentless expansion. The message was clear: this machine could not be slowed, let alone stopped.
But as late 2025 unfolds, the numbers are telling a very different story — one that is darker, sharper, and far more dangerous. What we are seeing is not a seasonal dip or a short-term correction. It is a violent rupture. A sudden reversal so severe that even insiders are struggling to explain it away. According to industry data, this downturn is so abnormal that the secretary-general of the China Passenger Car Association publicly admitted that BYD’s current performance is “relatively rare.” That phrase, in bureaucratic language, is a red alert.

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Driven by their own selfish desires, they shamelessly urge others to make sacrifices, wrapping greed in the language of virtue. This is not devotion—it is deception. It is not responsibility—it is plunder. If the benefits of a system can never be shared, then why must its burdens always be evenly distributed? They chant, “Under heaven, a new king rises, and every commoner bears responsibility,” as if history itself demands obedience. On the first day of 2026, I hope people learn one thing: love the country a little less, shout slogans a little less, and love yourself a little more. We are all ordinary people. Stop pretending to be the masters of a nation that has never treated you as one. When they label you “human resources” or “demographic dividends,” you still call them your own. That is the tragedy. Stop being sentimental. They do not see you as one of them. In fact, they do not even see you as human. Meanwhile, essays titled “Why Maduro Is Not Panicking” circulate unfinished, half-drawn, as if even propaganda itself is too tired to pretend anymore.

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