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An article titled "I Kneel Down to This Forgiving Country" exploded across the internet like a depth charge on this cold, dark night.

There was no fancy layout, no carefully designed illustrations.

Only tearful words and a soul so lowly it's in the dust.

"I am Wang Zhiyuan. I am the bastard who was cursing Shennong No. 1 as poison and the person in charge as a liar yesterday."

"Today, karma struck, and I was diagnosed with stomach cancer. I felt like a thief, covering my face as I stole the government's medicine."

"I thought what awaited me was judgment, humiliation, and endless ridicule."

"But the soldier with frostbite on his hands handed me a cup of hot water."

He told me, "It's cold, drink it while it's hot."

"At that moment, I really wanted to smash my head against that table and die."

"I've let down the project leader, I've let down the country, and most importantly, I've let down my own yellow skin!"

At the end of the article, a photo of him holding a cup in the cold wind, crying like a fool, was attached, along with the stomach cancer diagnosis that pronounced his illness.

This article acted as a fuse.

It completely ignited the regret, gratitude, and shame that had been building up in the hearts of countless people for two whole days.

#Apologize to the country#

#I'm sorry to the person in charge#

#Shennong No. 1 saved me#

These terms surged to the top three trending topics on all platforms with unstoppable momentum!

This time, it wasn't paid trolls or marketing accounts.

They are millions upon millions of living, breathing people.

In the comments section, countless people began sharing their medical records and recovery reports, each word tinged with tears.

"I've cursed before, and said some really nasty things... I feel guilty. Today I received my medication, and my leukemia markers returned to normal within an hour. Mr. Chen Xi, wherever you are, I'm bowing down to you!"

"My mother is a rural woman, she doesn't understand any grand principles. After she took the medicine and recovered, she insisted that I send our fattest old hen to the country. I feel so sorry for the country!"

"We're just a bunch of fools who judge others by our own petty standards! The country has never abandoned us; we're the ones who abandoned our trust!"

The internet has become an ocean of repentance.

Those belated "I'm sorry"s converged into a powerful force capable of shaking mountains and rivers.

Base No. 001.

Li Guobang stared intently at the scrolling messages on the big screen, his eyes gradually reddening.

This tough guy, who hadn't even blinked in the midst of gunfire, was now wiping his nose with tissues more and more frequently.

"Chen Xi..."

Li Guobang's voice was completely choked with emotion.

"Look at these children... they know they were wrong."

"The people's hearts are now as pure as gold and as hard as steel!"

"Shouldn't we give them a response?"

Chen Xi stood by the window, quietly watching the snowflakes falling outside.

The snow was heavy, but it couldn't conceal the intense warmth rising from the depths of the earth.

"It's time to respond."

Chen Xi turned around, his expression as calm as a deep pool.

"Old Li, post a Weibo message through official media."

"What should we write? Should we write a long article about how hard we've been these past two days? Let's get all the grievances out of our way!" Li Guobang asked eagerly, eager to clear Chen Xi's name.

Chen Xi shook his head.

"There's no need to play the victim, and even less need to preach."

"Just post one photo."

Chen Xi pointed to a candid photo on the table.

That was a frame captured from the surveillance video.

Amidst the swirling snow, the young soldier, his hands covered in bright red chilblains, was handing a steaming cup of Shennong No. 1 liquor to the sinner, Wang Zhiyuan.

The image shows only a silhouette, yet it possesses a weighty presence, like Mount Tai.

"What should the caption be?" Li Guobang asked.

Chen Xi pondered for a moment.

His gaze seemed to pierce through time and space, seeing the national spirit that, regardless of natural disasters or man-made calamities, has always stood firm, silently protecting hundreds of millions of its people.

He slowly uttered eight words.

"When compatriots are in trouble, how can we be petty?"

Ten minutes later.

This Weibo post was published.

There was no explanation, no claiming credit, and no accusation.

There are only these eight words and a picture of a silent figure from behind.

But these eight words were like a silent nuclear bomb, directly shattering the last line of defense in the hearts of all Chinese people.

Countless people burst into tears in front of their screens.

Why would I care...?

"It turns out the country knew everything, but it said nothing and silently bore it all."

"This is vision! This is the magnanimity of our nation!"

"I have no regrets being born Chinese in this life, and I'll be a Chinese again in my next life!"

These eight words not only healed the physical ailments, but also completely healed the rifts in people's hearts.

Li Guobang looked out the window, took a deep breath of the cold air, but his lungs felt burning hot.

"Now, everyone is united."

"When people are united, they can move mountains!"

Chen Xi smiled faintly, turned around and sat back on the sofa.

In the background of the mobile phone, invisible streams of willpower converged into a sea, surging wildly into the Heavenly Court chat group.

The affairs of the mortal realm have come to an end.

But his phone was still vibrating incessantly.

In the Heavenly Court chat group, another group of "starving ancestors" were also reaching a critical point.

【Nezha】: @Newcomer reporting in, please protect me, I'm crying my eyes out! This little story from the mortal realm is quite touching!

[Nezha]: But as touching as I am, when will you finally update "The Legend of Emperor Yan"?!

[Nezha]: I've been waiting so long the flowers have all withered!!

[Sun Wukong]: Exactly! Exactly! I'm so anxious!

Looking at this group of irritable immortals, Chen Xi rubbed his temples.

but……

Chen Xi's gaze fell on the portable hard drive on his desk, which was filled with countless film and television resources.

There lies another treasure of human civilization.

The power of imagination in words is indeed boundless.

But for these gods who haven't seen "moving images" for tens of thousands of years, the visual impact is absolutely a devastating blow.

A shrewd businessman's smile curled at the corners of Chen Xi's lips; he already had a plan in mind.

Let's start with a special effects blockbuster and completely stun these unsophisticated gods!

[Newcomer reporting in, seeking protection]: Third Prince, don't be impatient; Great Sage, don't rush.

[Newcomer reporting in, seeking protection]: Reading too much text is bad for the eyes, and updates are indeed slow.

[Newcomer reporting in, seeking protection]: To thank all the great masters for their spiritual support during this crisis, I have prepared a little something new for you.

[Nezha]: A new trick? What new trick? More exciting than the novel?

Chen Xi's fingers flew across the screen, opening the 100TB folder he had downloaded overnight.

[Newcomer reporting in, seeking protection]: I wonder if any of you have ever heard of a novel that is "moving"?