The white and dazzling mercury lamp on the tower crane cast the huge shadow of the No. 1 blast furnace onto the overgrown ground, and also pressed Wu Yaya's figure into a pitiful little black dot. Compared to the huge steelmaking furnace in front of him, Wu Yaya felt that he was too small, so small that it was negligible. However, it was he, a seemingly small man, who single-handedly created the huge son of steel in front of him.

At around 3 a.m. on April 22, Wu Yaya, chairman and president of Asia Steel United Corporation, came to the steel mill construction site alone to bid a final farewell to his beloved giant son. I drove a Mercedes-Benz car all the way from the hiding place in the city, and the car stopped on Jingsan Road outside the factory. After getting out of the car, Wu Yaya thought that he would never need Aaron and the Mercedes-Benz again, so he told Aaron to drive the car back. Aaron didn't know if this was a farewell, thinking that the boss would still take a look at the construction site as before, take a walk, lick the wound like a wounded wolf, and didn't want to drive the car away. Wu Yaya couldn't say it thoroughly, so he didn't force it anymore, let Arun wait in the car, and he looked back in the direction of the city for a while, and staggered to the steel mill construction site.

Aaron recalled afterwards and realized that the boss didn't behave too normally except for asking him to drive the car back that night. In the past, when I came to the construction site, the boss dressed very casually, and wore whatever clothes he touched, especially after the accident, he didn't care about paying attention to the appearance, and he didn't even bother to shave his beard. That night was strange, the boss not only shaved his beard, wore a suit, but also wore a beautiful tie. He helped tie the tie. It was also quite strange when I got out of the car and finally left. Aaron noticed at the time that the boss held on to the half-open car door and looked back nostalgically in the direction of the brightly lit city for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking. How did he know that the boss had embarked on the road of no return to death!

In fact, Wu Yaya's journey towards death began during the day on April 21. Throughout the day, until the last hour of the drive to the construction site, he wrote a suicide note. A total of four suicide notes were written, one for his wife and children, explaining the family's property situation, and asking his wife and children to face up to the cruel reality that had come, and change the way of living, the way of life of ordinary Chinese people. One is to the senior management of the Asian Steel Federation and the project managers of the subordinate companies, asking them not to lose confidence and firmly believe in the steel dream he led them to create. It is still asserted that the steel industry and the steel market have a bright future for the foreseeable future. Another is written to the Europa Far East International Investment Company that may take over, saying that the 7 million tons of steel is a dream of him and the Asian Iron and Steel Federation, and now he and the Asian Iron and Steel Union can not complete this dream, and I hope that the Europa Far East International Investment Company with strategic vision can show courage and courage to complete it. He also earnestly proposed to keep half of the molten iron project that had been built.

The last and most important long letter was addressed to Zhao Anbang, the old leader who had single-handedly supported him.

In this letter, Wu Yaya looks back on the 43 years of his life from his birth in 1961 to today's journey of death, and the origin of the birth of these 7 million tons of steel. All of this has something to do with the old leader Zhao Anbang. Seventeen years ago in Baishanzi County, Wenshan, and fourteen years ago in Ningchuan, Zhao Anbang supported and nurtured him in different leadership positions. This time, it was Zhao Anbang who first mobilized him to invest in Wenshan. Of course, Zhao Anbang was talking about a Sino-foreign joint venture cable factory at that time. But Fang Zhenggang and the new team of Wenshan want to establish a city by industry, steel opens the way, and the steel market is so good, why does he have to go to the cable? Why not make good use of Wenshan's strategic concept and various preferential policies to make a good handful of steel? Isn't it because he and his company have been able to achieve the scale they are today and achieve such great success thanks to policies in various places and periods? So he hit it off with Fang Zhenggang and the Wenshan New Area Management Committee, and a cable project with an investment of 60 million yuan became a scale steel of more than 16 billion yuan. The local government's pursuit of GDP and political performance, and his and the desire for profit of the Asian Gang Federation, constitute two powerful engines, which are irreversibly launched. What's worse is that the two engines stimulated each other, layer by layer, and the expansion dream became bigger and bigger, from the original plan of 200 tons of rolled steel, molten iron, steelmaking, cold-rolled sheet, plus supporting power plants, coke plants, the six major projects all came up, magically turned into 7 million tons of steel. It's incredible to recall it now, and under normal circumstances, I can't even complete the approval procedures.

The team of Fang Zhenggang and Shi Yanan, including the Management Committee of the New Industrial Zone and its subordinate departments, really want to do things and can do things. In particular, the management committee of the new district and the subordinate investment promotion bureau and other departments can be called the most honest and efficient in Wenshan City and even Hanjiang Province. All the procedures are done at any time, and even the agency is done, and five project work promotion meetings have been held for the Asian Steel Union in a year. Many illegal ideas are also issued by the handling department, including fake joint ventures and fake registrations. When providing such an efficient service, no one in the new district thought about taking benefits, from Long Dafei, director of the management committee, to the following departments, no one let him and the project managers give gifts. Although today's terrible disaster has taken shape and he is about to reach the end of his life, he does not hold a grudge against the comrades of the new district management committee. This evil result is brewed by them together, and the consequences of violating the law can only be borne by themselves. Long Dafei and the cadres suspected of violating the rules will definitely step down, and even Shi Yanan, secretary of the municipal party committee, and Fang Zhenggang, the mayor of the city, will also be punished or step down, so they naturally can't blame him for this result.

The key now is to keep the project, especially the molten iron project. A few days ago, I had a discussion with Fang Zhenggang and Shi Yanan, and yesterday I talked with Lin Xiaoya of the Europa Far East International Investment Company for an afternoon, and they had the same opinion and attitude: They wanted to give up the 2 million tons of steel rolling, 2.3 million tons of steelmaking, and power plants that had been basically completed, but they wanted to give up the 2.5 million tons of molten iron that had been cut off in half. How does this work? Not to mention the economic losses, there is also an important supporting link missing. This is also one of the reasons why he had to write a letter to Zhao Anbang before he died. In the letter, he hoped that Zhao Anbang, as the governor of the province, would support Wenshan City and the new industrial zone with the authority of Hanjiang Province to tide over the difficulties, just as he supported foreign enterprises in Ningchuan during the Asian financial crisis, and realize his dream of 7 million tons of steel.

When he walked on the high tower crane, Wu Yaya's mind was very clear, and he knew very well that in fact, the dream of 7 million tons of steel no longer belonged to him and the Asian Iron and Steel Federation. From the point of view of interests, these projects will no longer have anything to do with him. Whether it's up or down, whether it's earning or losing, it's not his business. He and the Asian Steel Union he founded have gone bankrupt. The Bank of China in Wenshan has filed a legal preservatory for the 500 million yuan loan that is about to expire, and the court will close the door tomorrow. All the wealth he had accumulated over the previous seventeen years had been invested in the seven million tons of steel, which had crushed his backbone and deprived him of a reason to live. He and his Asian Steel United Company will disappear into the sky of history like green smoke. But somehow, he just wants to keep these projects, just like parents who don't hesitate to save their own sons at the cost of their lives. He is dead, and as long as his sons are alive, they will remember how he and ASSTEEL created them. In order for them to live well in the future, how he, the father of steel, walked to death with hope in his heart without hesitation. Of course, of course, this is also the shadow he left on the earth, the sound of the hustle and bustle of the times, and the proof that he has lived brilliantly and beautifully.

I don't know how long I lingered on the tower crane. Time at the end of life at this hour of alternating night and day has become meaningless, like the waters of a river that have lost their flow. However, the meaning of time to the world is still there, and it is still moving forward every second. The darkness of the night faded away in the rapid progress of time, and another dawn was born in the turmoil of the world. Only then did Wu Yaya realize that he had been left behind by time.

In the distance, the lights in the downtown area of Wenshan have long been extinguished. The eastern sky became a hazy white. The outline of the city becomes clear. But what Wu Yaya saw was not the clear high-rise buildings in the city, but an old and vague gray. The gloom drums are marked by the bleak scenes of many years ago. That scene has been deeply imprinted in the memory of history, and the Chinese people will never forget it. Of course, he will not forget that he had seen this desolation in his dream a few days ago. In his dream, he was hungry and sucked his mother's blood, and his desperate mother wept silently, tears were not tears, but bright red blood! He called out to his mother. His mother ignored him. The mother died, and the blood ran dry.

This is a nightmare, and it is also the real history of their Wu family. This history comes from my brother's terrifying memories again and again: 1961, what a terrible year! The clamor of the revolution created a terrible national catastrophe, and 30 million Chinese people died unnatural deaths. Of the 328 families in their Wujiazhuang production team, 239 were starved and swollen, and the number of unnatural deaths reached 1,280. He chose to be born at a tragic time when so many people died. His mother had never eaten a full meal before or after giving birth to him, let alone eggs or anything. His mother was dying of hunger, so how could there be milk to feed him? But how can a mother not feed her child? What's more, it's a son? His mother put the shriveled nipple in his mouth again and again, and he sucked desperately, and what he sucked out was not milk, but blood, the blood in his mother's body! Whenever my brother talks about this, he always tears up. The mother didn't want to live, and if she could save her son's young life with her blood, she would definitely make this deal with God right away. The newborn him and his ten-year-old brother are the incense of the Wu family, the root of the Wu family! The parents said that no one could starve to death their brothers. In the more difficult days that followed, first the eldest sister and the second sister starved to death, and then the father and mother starved to death. After his mother's death, his ten-year-old brother held him for more than four months, ran to the door of a household and knelt down to beg.

Later, he grew up, following an era that his parents could not dream of, an era of reform that changed the fate of the country and the nation, step by step out of the remote Wujiazhuang, to Wenshan, Ningchuan, provincial capitals, to Beijing, Shanghai, to Europe, the Americas and historical cities, but also to the double success of life and career. After his success, he did not forget to repay the parents and villagers who helped him in times of crisis, building roads and bridges for his hometown, and building Hope Primary School, and he and his company donated generously again and again. As the old saying goes, the eldest brother is like a father, and the eldest sister-in-law is like a mother, and he can no longer repay his deceased parents, so he tried his best to repay his brother, took his brother's family to Ningchuan City, bought a four-bedroom and two-hall house for his brother and sister-in-law, and bought a household registration for people in the city. My brother and sister-in-law are so proud, and when I meet people, I say that my brother is a golden phoenix flying out of the chicken nest, and he is a noble person who will not die in a catastrophe......

My brother was so lucky that he died of cancer early last year. It was to watch his promising younger brother come to the top of his life and career, with relief, happiness and satisfaction, and walk with a smile. My brother didn't see his failure today. In the eyes of his brother, he will always be a golden phoenix flying out of the chicken coop, a noble man who will never die, and a trendsetter in this era of reform......

Tears covered Wu Yaya's eyes, and the serene smiling face of his brother before he died floated in the air in front of him.

At this time, the figure of the driver Arun appeared under the tower crane, and Aaron was shouting something in a panic.

Wu Yaya suddenly woke up from his trance and abruptly stopped his memories with mixed feelings. My brother's smiling face suddenly disappeared, as if blown away by the wind in the sky. The tower crane was so high, and the wind in the air was so strong that it ruffled the long hair on his forehead and flapped his open suit, making him look like an eagle flapping its wings. Yes, he is the eagle, an immortal eagle. Eagles sometimes fly lower than chickens, but chickens never become eagles that fly against the wind.

So, what are you waiting for? Fly your wings! Facing this vast blue sky, this huge steel world created by him under the blue sky. Look, the sun in the eastern sky has once again jumped out of the horizon, and the plant area of the Asian Iron and Steel Corporation, which covers an area of more than 7,000 acres, has been bathed in the new sunshine of the new day. The earth is still spinning, and the sun is still rising! Wu Yaya smiled, waved vigorously to his beloved sons of steel under the blue sky, and waved his hand to Aaron under the tower crane, and then jumped off the tower crane almost calmly......

Aaron later recalled, bitter and incoherent: "...... It was dawn, the boss hadn't come back yet, I didn't expect him to commit suicide, I was afraid that he would run into a creditor who collected debts, so I went to the steel mill to find it. I can't find it. I inadvertently looked up and saw the boss standing on the old tall tower crane. I was so frightened that I shouted and told the boss to come down and go home. The boss heard it and waved to me. I jumped down after beckoning, and I couldn't save it. I wish I could be a bird, a big bird, and the boss couldn't die if he landed on my back! But I'm not a bird......"

After Wu Yaya jumped from the high tower crane, Aaron and the first people who rushed to hear the news found the long letter to Zhao Anbang in the pocket of his suit, and the letter ended with an appeal for the seven million tons of steel-

…… In the difficult years of my birth, my hungry mother used her blood to raise my son, who was still promising. Today, as the initiator of these 7 million tons of steel, I also hope to save these sons of steel with a lot of blood! Governor Zhao, please don't misunderstand what I mean, I chose to do this after careful consideration, not to complain about Wenshan** and the new district management committee. When a ship deviates and hits a reef, everyone from the captain to the sailors to the passengers is the victim and complaining to each other is useless and pointless. Moreover, after this disaster, the relevant departments of Fang Zhenggang, Shi Yanan and Wenshan worked hard to do all the work they could. I'm just too tired and want to rest early. Of course, my choice to pass away is not to complain about this era. Since we met you in Wenshan Electronics Industrial Park in 1987, we have had many contacts and conversations in the past 17 years, and even long conversations. You know my background, and you know how grateful I, a child who almost starved to death in swaddling clothes, for this era! Until the last moment of my life, I still want to say: thank you for this era that has given me glory and opportunities, thank you, Fang Zhenggang, Shi Yanan, and the leaders and friends who have helped me in various difficult moments. I am not pessimistic and hopeless, on the contrary, I am still full of hot hope for the future steel market prospects of my country and even the world, which has been created in the world, and the seven million tons of steel that have been created in the world......