Chapter One: The Initial Intention
On May 10th, 2006, Saturday, although it was almost summer, the weather seemed particularly gloomy with the accompaniment of heavy rain and strong winds. The originally bustling streets of Shanghai were unusually quiet, with only occasional vehicles driving by and splashing water everywhere. The shops on the side of the street were also deserted, with owners leaning against tables, propping up their heads with their hands, and dozing off intermittently.
The night fell, and although the heavy rain continued to pour down, a villa in a residential area of Minhang District, Shanghai was warm as spring. The central air conditioner, which had been shut off by its owner for over a month, resumed its duty, working hard to spread warmth! Combined with the luxurious decorations, lush greenery, and fresh flowers that filled the room, it truly brought a sense of warmth and coziness reminiscent of spring.
The sound of "drip, drip" and "splash, splash" continued to come from the bathroom, obviously the owner was taking a shower. Suddenly, the bathroom door creaked open, and out came a tall young man wearing an expensive white robe, his hair still dripping wet. As he walked, his hair shook with each step, and small droplets of water fell from the ends of his hair onto the marble floor, creating tiny pearls that splashed everywhere.
The man let out a breath, and his handsome face with two charming sword-like eyebrows raised slightly, saying lazily: "Cool!" Then the man sat down on the sofa in the living room with a plop, crossed his legs, leaned against the sofa and turned on the TV. As usual, he opened the CCTV News at 7 pm every day to pay attention to the major events that happened every day!
Haha, the protagonist has arrived, and a grand introduction begins: This young man's surname is Cheng and his name is Feng, from Huai'an, Jiangsu Province. He graduated from Fudan University in Shanghai with dual master's degrees in finance and history. After graduation, however, Cheng Feng did not pursue work related to his profession. Instead, he relied on his own efforts to establish an investment company in Shanghai and start developing his career! Perhaps it was due to good luck or perhaps it was due to his strong abilities, but in any case, Cheng Feng, who started his business at the age of 25, used only two years to earn himself a fortune of 50-60 million through the stock market and other channels. He became one of China's legitimate 'elites'. One would think that with such achievements at a young age, Cheng Feng should be very happy. However, those who truly know him understand that this is not the case. Because in this world, there are at least some things that Cheng Feng believes are more important than money, and worth spending time, energy, and even his life on! That is using everything he has to protect the dignity and prosperity of the Chinese nation!
In modern China, where money worship is prevalent, there are too few hot-blooded young people like Cheng Feng who, despite being extremely wealthy, are willing to spend tens of millions every year to help poor children and disabled soldiers. As a loyal netizen of the "Iron Blood" website, he always pays attention to major events related to the survival and prosperity of the Chinese nation: when China successfully bid for the Olympics, he shed tears; when China launched its manned spacecraft, he cheered... As someone who considers himself a true Chinese, although he has made many contributions to this country and nation, more than many others in society, Cheng Feng still thinks it's too little, too little, and often feels regretful about it. For this reason, Cheng Feng is often teased by friends as "Super Angry Youth", but he doesn't mind this title at all, and instead takes pride in it.
Hehe, let's cut to the chase!
The female announcer on TV was speaking in a voice that was all too familiar to the Chinese people, narrating the major events happening internationally and domestically. Suddenly, Cheng Feng's face, which had been calm until then, turned tense, with flashes of anger in his eyes.
"Hello everyone, I am now reporting live from the drilling platform of Chunxiao Oil and Gas Field in the East China Sea! This afternoon at 2 o'clock, two Japanese Maritime Self-Defense Force patrol boats, citing smuggling concerns related to the Chunxiao Oil and Gas Field, demanded to board for inspection. The outraged personnel guarding the rig immediately refused this unreasonable and absurd request from Japan, but what was unexpected: after being rejected, the Japanese patrol boat opened fire on the platform for two minutes, resulting in a tragic incident where three of our personnel were killed and seven injured! Our foreign affairs department is currently having a serious conversation with Japan regarding this incident, demanding an apology and compensation..."
Cheng Feng was shocked by the news, and his anger suddenly burst out. The jade ashtray next to him became a weapon in his rage, and he smashed it heavily onto the TV screen. With a loud "bang", the screen shattered into pieces, flying everywhere, scattering all over the floor. Amidst the sparks and flashing lights, the expensive Changhong plasma TV was completely destroyed. But Cheng Feng didn't care, instead jumping onto the sofa, waving his fists and shouting: "Damn those Japanese! Do they think China is nobody?! The government is useless too, always protesting, negotiating, what's the point...!" (Omitted a thousand words of curses to avoid being censored, haha!)
Enraged, Cheng Feng's anger was temporarily uncontrollable, and he even forgot to wear slippers as he paced back and forth in the room. Suddenly, his sword-like eyebrows rose, and a stern expression appeared on his originally handsome face. He muttered to himself, "I've made up my mind! I'll immediately contact some like-minded friends and head to Diaoyu Island. Let's see what the Japanese can do to me!" Cheng Feng suddenly remembered a phrase: 'I defend China with my blood!' For a moment, he was lost in thought, wondering if using his own blood to safeguard the nation's dignity would be worthy of the motto that had been deeply etched in his heart for many years.
After thinking for a long time, Cheng Feng clenched his fist and made up his mind. He immediately opened his computer, logged onto Tiexue.net, and posted a heroic post calling on countless Tiexue netizens to participate in the "Protect Diaoyu Islands" activity. To prove that he wasn't just acting impulsively, Cheng Feng left his QQ contact information as well as some details about the funding and timing of the event. Before long, with his super-fast typing speed honed from helping his Chinese department girlfriend do research in college, Cheng Feng quickly finished his work.
Cheng Feng let out a sigh, gently closed his computer, and walked to the large enclosed balcony. Looking at the howling wind and heavy rain in the night sky outside the window, Cheng Feng fell silent for a moment. After a long time, Cheng Feng said softly, "Perhaps I should have arranged some things before leaving, after all, it's hard to predict life and death!" Thinking of his elderly parents, Cheng Feng's emotions became complicated. The troubled Cheng Feng lit a cigarette with trembling hands, using the stimulation of nicotine to temporarily forget these heart-wrenching family feelings.
The cigarette in front of the balcony was shining brightly, and the smoke was stubbornly showing its existence. The changing light and darkness reflected Cheng Feng's mood at this time. After a while, Cheng Feng extinguished the cigarette, turned off the lights, and walked towards the bedroom: "I will not go to hell, who will go to hell! If the hot blood of the Chinese nation needs someone to sacrifice their life to awaken it, I am willing to play this role! No matter how many obstacles are ahead, I will move forward fearlessly!"
