La révolution blockchain et crypto est en marche ! Et le jour où les impacts se feront ressentir sur l’économie la plus vulnérable de ce Monde, contre toute espérance, je dirai que j’y étais pour quelque chose
Bitcoin gets a breather: crossing the $85,000 threshold with panache pushes the abyss away. A relief? Or the calm before the next storm?
As the digital gold of Bitcoin attracts the crowds, the shadow of Ethereum thickens, abandoned, drained, powerless to entice the trembling hands of the crypto market.
The hype has faded like a poorly minted NFT: the flamboyant tales of Bitcoin are fading away, leaving only the echo of a promise sold too soon.
Binance boosts its BNB Chain with turbo: with Pascal, crypto transactions zip by like arrows, leaving slow nodes on the sidelines of Web3.
The Bitcoin bull hesitates, the crowds are not rushing... or perhaps they already have, quietly, through an unexpected path that no chart had traced.
Money migrates, silent and methodical. Wall Street, once untouchable, sees its throne wobble under the hurried steps of investors, captivated by a Europe shining with trillions.
In the arena of cryptos, Solana plays the gladiators. Despite a turbulent sea, it withstands, shines, and aims for a peak that could very well shake the skeptics.
Cathie Wood cuts to the chase: memecoins are nothing but illusion and speculation. A dizzying plunge is looming, leaving behind only ruins and disillusionment.
Powell, the guardian of the threshold, shapes the moment. Frozen rates, blurred hopes. The economy wavers, suspended between the fire of inflation and the ice of slowdown. The markets shiver.
Metaplanet, smelling a good deal, is offering 150 BTC at a discounted price. A bargain? A ticking time bomb? The future will decide.
Solana, the rising star of cryptocurrencies, dances with the giants of the CME. Its futures contracts sow the hope for an ETF, but the SEC plays the cautious divas. Guaranteed suspense!
Moscow opens the golden cage: billions of Russian assets finally released, but under conditions. A masterstroke before a call where Trump will play the geopolitical illusionist.
When some dig, others pillage: while Bhutan mines Bitcoin, Lazarus steals it. A robbed Bybit, an inflated treasure, and Pyongyang becomes one of the kings of crypto loot.
Tesla, once a star of the roads, is now heading towards the abyss: in France, outraged bosses and emptied fleets are signing the commercial death certificate of King Musk.
XRP, this rebellious insurgent, rises from the ashes while Ethereum stumbles. The crypto-sphere holds its breath: the established order wavers, and the throne of altcoins threatens to change hands.