Chapter 1, The Initiation

Cheng Feng listened to this shocking news, and his anger erupted suddenly. In a fit of rage, he seized the jade ashtray beside him and smashed it violently against the television screen. With a loud crash, the screen shattered instantly, shards flying everywhere and littering the ground. Amidst a flicker of electrical sparks, the expensive Changhong plasma television emitted smoke and was completely ruined. However, Cheng Feng paid no attention to it; instead, he jumped onto the sofa, shaking his fists and roaring, "Damn Japanese, do they think there is no one in China! The country is really something, always protesting, negotiating, what good does it do..." (Here, a thousand words of curses are omitted to avoid being filtered, haha)

As night gradually falls, although the heavy rain continues unabated, a villa within a residential community in the Minhang District of Shanghai is warm as spring. The central air conditioning, which has been unused by its owner for over a month, once again takes on its mission, working diligently to emit a comforting warmth. Coupled with luxurious decorations, abundant greenery, and blooming flowers throughout the room, it truly evokes a sense of the warm spirit of spring

After much contemplation, Cheng Feng clenched his fist and made a firm decision. Without hesitation, he immediately opened his computer, logged onto the Iron Blood website, and sent out a call to action titled "Join the Diaoyu Islands Protection Activity" to countless Iron Blood enthusiasts and online readers. To prove that he was not acting impulsively, Cheng Feng left his QQ contact information along with some details regarding the funding and timing of the planned event. Before long, Cheng Feng completed the task with remarkable speed, a skill honed while assisting his girlfriend from the Chinese Department with data entry during his university days. To further demonstrate his seriousness, he provided his QQ contact information and additional details about the planning of the event.

The sound of water, "drip drop, drip drop," continuously emanated from the bathroom, indicating that the owner was taking a shower. Suddenly, the bathroom door creaked open, and a tall young man dressed in an expensive white bathrobe stepped out. His still damp hair swayed with each step he took, and small droplets of water from the tips of his hair fell in clusters onto the marble-finished floor, splashing into tiny pearls.

Hello, dear audience. I am currently reporting live from the drilling platform of the Chunxiao Oil and Gas Field in the East China Sea. This afternoon at 2:00 PM, two Japanese Maritime Self-Defense Force patrol boats, under the pretext of investigating smuggling related to the Chunxiao Oil and Gas Field, demanded to board for inspection. The indignant personnel on duty at the platform firmly rejected this unreasonable and absurd request from the Japanese side. However, what was unexpected was that the Japanese Self-Defense Force patrol boats, upon being refused, crazily opened fire on the platform for two minutes, resulting in a tragic incident with three of our personnel dead and seven injured. Our diplomatic department is currently conducting serious negotiations with the Japanese side regarding this incident, demanding an apology and compensation from them.

In modern China, in a society rampant with materialism, there are very few passionate youths like Cheng Feng, who, despite being immensely wealthy, are willing to spend millions each year to aid impoverished children and support disabled veterans. As a loyal netizen of the "Iron Blood" website, he constantly pays attention to every significant event related to the survival and rise of the Chinese nation, both domestically and internationally: he shed tears when China successfully bid for the Olympics; he shouted with joy when China launched a manned spacecraft. As someone who prides himself on being a true Chinese, Cheng Feng believes that, although he has contributed much more to this country and nation than many others in society, it is still too little, too little, and he often feels regret about it. For this reason, Cheng Feng has often been ridiculed by friends as a "super angry youth," but he remains indifferent to this label, embracing it willingly.

The female newscaster on the television is narrating the significant events happening both internationally and domestically in a voice that is all too familiar to the Chinese audience. Suddenly, Cheng Feng's previously calm expression becomes tense, and a look of anger flashes in his eyes

The flickering cigarette butts in front of the balcony, shining intermittently through the smoke, tenaciously assert their presence. The shifting interplay of light and darkness reflects Cheng Feng's current state of mind. After a while, Cheng Feng extinguished the cigarette, casually turned off the lights, and strode towards the bedroom: "If I do not enter hell, who will? If the passionate blood of the Chinese nation needs someone to awaken it with their life, I am willing to play that role! No matter how many obstacles lie ahead, I will forge ahead without hesitation!" If the passionate blood of the Chinese nation needs someone to awaken it with their life, I am willing to play that role! No matter how many obstacles lie ahead, I will forge ahead without hesitation!

The gentleman let out a sigh, his handsome face adorned with two charmingly arched eyebrows that raised slightly as he lazily remarked, "Ah, refreshing!" He then plopped down onto the sofa in the living room, crossed his legs, leaned back against the sofa, and turned on the television. As per his usual routine, he tuned in to the daily news broadcast on Channel 1 at 7 PM, paying attention to the significant events of the day.

Hehe, enough small talk, let's get back to the main topic

Angry, Cheng Feng found it difficult to calm down and forgot to wear slippers, so he began to measure the ground in the room with his anger. Suddenly, Cheng Feng's sword-like eyebrows raised, and a dignified and solemn expression appeared on his originally handsome face. He muttered to himself, "I have made up my mind; I will immediately contact some like-minded friends to go to the Diaoyu Islands. I want to see what the Japanese can do to me!" Suddenly, Cheng Feng recalled a phrase: "I defend China with my blood!" In a moment of contemplation, he thought to himself, "If I use my own blood to defend the dignity of my country and nation, then can I truly live up to this motto that has been hidden deep in my heart for many years?" He repeated to himself, "I have made up my mind; I will immediately contact some like-minded friends to go to the Diaoyu Islands. I want to see what the Japanese can do to me!" Suddenly, Cheng Feng recalled a phrase: "I defend China with my blood!" In a moment of contemplation, he thought to himself, "If I use my own blood to defend the dignity of my country and nation, then can I truly live up to this motto that has been hidden deep in my heart for many years?"

On May 10, 2006, Saturday, although summer was approaching, the weather felt particularly cold due to the heavy rain and howling winds. The once bustling streets of Shanghai were unusually quiet, with only the occasional vehicles rushing by, stirring up clouds of raindrops. The shops along the street were also deserted, with shopkeepers leaning against their tables, propping their heads with their hands, dozing off intermittently

After completing the first step, Cheng Feng let out a long sigh, gently closed the computer, and approached the vast, fully enclosed balcony. Looking out at the howling wind and pouring rain in the night sky, Cheng Feng fell into a moment of silence. After a long while, he softly said, "Perhaps I should arrange the matters that need to be settled before I leave, after all, the uncertainties of life and death are hard to predict!" Thinking of his aging parents, Cheng Feng felt a complex mix of emotions. Troubled, he trembled slightly as he lit a cigarette for himself, using the stimulation of nicotine to temporarily forget the familial bonds that weighed heavily on his heart. After a long while, Cheng Feng softly said, "Perhaps I should arrange the matters that need to be settled before I leave, after all, the uncertainties of life and death are hard to predict!" Remembering his aging parents, Cheng Feng felt a complex mix of emotions.

Hehe, the protagonist has made his entrance, and it is time for a grand introduction: This young gentleman's surname is Cheng and his given name is Feng. He hails from Huai'an, Jiangsu Province, and graduated from Fudan University in Shanghai, holding dual master's degrees in Finance and History. After graduation, Cheng Feng did not pursue a career aligned with his profession; instead, he relied on his own efforts to establish an investment company in Shanghai, embarking on the development of his own career. Perhaps Cheng Feng was fortunate, or perhaps he was exceptionally capable; in any case, starting his entrepreneurial journey at the age of twenty-five, he managed to amass a fortune of fifty to sixty million through the stock market and other channels in just two years, becoming a recognized 'elite' in China. One would expect 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. For there are at least some matters in this world that Cheng Feng considers more important than money, more worthy of his time, energy, and even his life. That is to use all that he possesses to safeguard the dignity and prosperity of the Chinese nation.