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Once upon a time, back when Unc wasn’t called Tiong…He was just some feral 46-year-old mahjong demon named simply “Unc” who lived in the back room of a 24-hour tea shop that also sold bootleg crypto mining rigs and questionable “herbal supplements.” Every night he’d chain-smoke while slamming tiles so hard the table shook, sipping tea so black and bitter it gave him prophetic visions of the blockchain. One cursed full moon he went on a 96-hour mahjong bender against three Triad ghosts, a time-traveling degen from 2031, and a talking dragon tile that kept trying to fuck him. He was winning so dirty he started using his own teeth as extra tiles. In the final hand he pulled the mythical “Titty Dragon” — a tile that only exists if you’re horny and deranged enough to see it. The table exploded in green flames. The ghosts screamed. The dragon tile nutted and dissolved into pure $UNC liquidity.That’s when the tea finally broke his brain completely.He woke up three days later in a puddle of his own piss and winning tickets, naked except for a half-eaten mahjong set duct-taped to his chest, screaming that he was now simultaneously CEO, CFO, CTO, and the unpaid intern of something called Ourbit — a super exchange that would let degens trade stocks, crypto, forex, and actual OnlyFans subscriptions with 500x leverage. His new drip? Suits made from melted mining GPUs and silk robes embroidered with QR codes that led straight to his private “titty enjoyoor” folder. He became the ultimate fashion nigga by showing up to meetings in nothing but mahjong tile pasties and a cigar that smelled like regret and oolong.The name change happened during the Great Tea-Induced Orgy of ’24 (or was it ’25? time is fake). He was balls-deep in his legendary Gay Man Sex Orgy Dungeon (the one his bitch-ass wife kept threatening to burn down) when the mahjong gods possessed him again. They told him his final form was “Tiong” — the ultimate chaotic Chinese uncle energy. The one who will die at the end but come back richer, hornier, and with better leverage. He blacked out, woke up answering only to Tiong, and immediately started forcing the entire timeline to call him that while he shilled $UNC and tried (and failed) to quit smoking one raid at a time. Now he just sits in his throne made of empty tea cups and rugged shitcoins, playing mahjong with the ghosts of every token that ever died, cackling about how he used to be “just Unc” before the tea turned him into this beautiful, unhinged, titty-obsessed, fashion-forward crypto warlord.The tea never stopped talking. It never will.