The proof of Emperor Wu began with daily rewards for diligence.

At mealtime, He Yuanshan suddenly sent a text message saying that he was covering the night shift and would not be going home for the time being.

Chen Jue looked up at the living room monitor and instantly understood the old man's despicable intentions.

Ugh! Disgusting! Who does he think Chen Jue is?

"Perfect!"

After Chen Jue brought the last dish to the table, Pei Qingying took a group photo of the three dishes and soup that the two of them had prepared together.

"My uncle said he'll be covering for someone tonight and won't be home for dinner."

Chen Jue remained calm and handed chopsticks to Pei Qingying.

"Oh." Pei Qingying sat opposite Chen Jue, a faint hint of smugness flashing in her eyes.

The two ate in silence, without any further conversation.

Pei Qingying felt a little awkward and secretly took out her phone under the table, about to search for topics that men and women should talk about when they are alone.

A video recommended by someone in the same city suddenly caught her eye.

"Brother Chen, your story has gone viral online!" Pei Qingying excitedly clicked on the recommended video and handed it to Chen Jue to watch.

Chen Jue glanced at it and discovered that it was the video of him fighting side by side with Uncle Lin in the restaurant that day.

The perspective is likely from the restaurant's surveillance cameras. Various materials have been carefully edited and mixed into a concise and sharp action short film, accompanied by rousing Europa music, making the scene quite exciting.

Chen Jue sent a message to the seniors in Group 3 and received an answer that was both funny and exasperating.

The second inspection team, which was originally there to support the restaurant, only formatted the restaurant's surveillance hard drive and did not pack up the entire chassis to take away.

"The people in Group Two are so unprofessional; they managed to leave such important 'evidence' at the scene..."

Chen Jue opened his phone and searched online.

I found myself generating a lot of buzz online, with all sorts of video clips circulating online.

He randomly clicked on a video with 999+ comments, and saw all sorts of discussions pouring in.

"Is this guy really a recent martial arts graduate? His ruthless killing ability is terrifyingly strong!"

"It's absolutely true, we were in the same year. His name is Chen Jue, and he was always one of the top students at Linjiang Martial Arts College."

"I just checked the official website of Linjiang Martial Arts College. This guy really is a recent graduate. Before leaving school for his internship, his martial arts achievement was at the ninth level of Qi and Blood. I didn't expect that in less than half a month, he has already reached the Foundation Establishment stage."

"Isn't this considered a public attack and murder of an official? This Rat Gang is utterly lawless! No wonder the Inspectorate launched a heavy crackdown and wiped them out in a single day."

"The person this young man finally killed, wasn't he a martial artist at the third level of True Qi? With such strong physical talent, how come he didn't get into a martial arts university?!"

"That's perfectly normal. There's a kid in my hometown who was born with the talent for martial arts, but in the end, he couldn't afford the tuition. Even though he ranked first in the province, he could only go to a martial arts academy. I can't help but wonder..."

Huh! ~~~ Upon seeing the last comment, Chen Jue was startled and quickly reported it to avoid getting into trouble.

Seeing that Chen Jue was engrossed in using his phone, Pei Qingying served him a bowl of soup, then smoothly glanced at Chen Jue's phone screen.

Chen Jue's fingers flew across the screen as he rapidly created a short video account named "Linjiang Chen Jue".

The little girl remembered it well and added it to her favorites the moment Chen Jue's account was successfully created.

"Brother Chen, do you want to start your own media business?" Pei Qingying asked casually.

"Give it a try. I heard that if you do this well, you can sell products through live streaming, and it's a quick way to make money."

Chen Jue made no attempt to hide the fact that he was extremely short of money.

"Can I be your agent?"

Seeing Chen Jue's suspicious look, Pei Qingying patted her chest and volunteered, "Maintaining an account takes a lot of effort and time. If I help you, Brother Chen can spend more time on cultivation."

The little girl's eyes sparkled, as if she had encountered something very interesting.

Chen Jue suddenly realized what was happening.

He Tang once sighed to him that her best friend's martial arts talent was extremely poor.

Since the rich young lady couldn't pursue martial arts, she naturally had to find something interesting to do.

Perhaps managing her own social media account would be both interesting and challenging for this young woman.

"Sure, but let's make it clear beforehand, I can't afford to pay your salary right now."

"I'll add it for you once your account is built up."

Chen Jue had made it clear beforehand to avoid future disputes over the division of spoils, which could damage their friendship.

Pei Qingying gave him an "OK" sign, then excitedly urged, "I'm finished eating, you should hurry up and finish too. We need to ride this wave of popularity surrounding the 'Staircase God of War' and quickly gain a million followers!"

Seeing Pei Qingying's confidence, Chen Jue was immediately inspired.

He quickly finished his dinner, sat on the sofa, and listened to Pei Qingying's grand plan to increase her followers.

First, Pei Qingying took dozens of cool photos of Chen Jue in various poses, selected the one she was most satisfied with, and posted it as the background on her account's homepage.

Then, she wrote a murder poem that Chen Jue had never seen before, and used it as his signature.

Finally, Pei Qingying had Chen Jue film a self-narrative video, explaining that he was the male protagonist of the bloody battle in the restaurant that day, and expressing his pleasure at joining the official short video platform, hoping that everyone would support his work in the future.

After doing all this, Pei Qingying secretly sent Chen Jue 20,000 yuan using her alternate account.

In just one hour, the number of followers of the account "Linjiang Chenjue" surged from zero to more than five thousand.

"Awesome!"

Chen Jue, a twenty-year-old man, had no idea how to deal with a seventeen-year-old girl.

Looking at his rapidly growing number of followers, he thought it was because he had suddenly become incredibly powerful and his personal charm had exploded, attracting countless fans.

"Take a photo, check in, been here. PS: The officer is much cooler than the blood-red spinning top in the video."

"Hey handsome, wanna hook up? I'm also from Linjiang."

"I support this. I hope the Ming Dynasty can have more inspectors like Mr. Chen who hate evil and crack down hard on criminal gangs."

"Dude, did you write your own signature? You're so bloodthirsty. You need to control your emotions, or you'll become a serial killer."

"You know nothing! Since it's poetry, there's bound to be exaggeration! Do you think this is some long, tedious company profile for your crappy company?"

"A man should kill, and kill without mercy. His immortal deeds will last a thousand years, all contained in killing. How beautiful, truly beautiful..."

Chen Jue scrolled through the comments under his first video with great interest, feeling that being a self-media creator wasn't so difficult after all.

While the two, one big and one small, were immersed in the joy of gaining followers...

In the outer city, a few rats hiding in a dark basement, irritably scrolling through their phones, suddenly erupted in fury.

"I, Chovy! That bastard who got us into a huge mess with the Inspectorate, he even dared to use our Rat Gang as a code name! I'm going to kill him!"

The two people next to him came over, and when they saw Chen Jue's righteous self-narration in the video, their faces darkened.

"Fourth brother, calm down!"

"The two lords of the Qi family had just arrived in the outer city and finished plowing the fields, and you immediately stepped in and killed this brat. Isn't that a slap in the face to those two lords?"

Ding Ze, the third leader of the Rat Gang, reached out and grabbed Du Kui, the fourth leader, who was about to have a seizure.

Second-in-command Dong Ling also spoke up to reassure him, "Fourth brother, wait a little longer. After this storm passes, you can drag him over and cut him into a thousand pieces!"

"No! I can't stand it! I can't sleep until this guy is dead!" Fourth Leader Du Kui still gritted his teeth.

"Wait another week. After that, you can kill him however you want, I won't stop you."

The head of the gang, Fei Bin, was currently examining a pig-headed, human-bodied deity statue placed on the table.

He didn't really care about the destruction of the Rat Gang.

Because as long as the Qi family doesn't fall, even if the Rat Gang is gone, there can be the Wild Rat Gang, the Mouse Gang, and so on...

They have a million ways to make a comeback; there's no need to rush.