Mastering the Sword Manual, sweeping across the globe

Zhang Qiliang lowered his head and began typing.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled patterns on the keyboard. Zhang Qiliang's fingers moved quickly but steadily, occasionally pausing to glance at the screen for a few seconds before continuing to type.

The old man fishing opened one eye, glanced at him, and then closed it again.

Several people walked across the bridge. Some recognized him, slowed their pace, and watched him from a distance for a while without approaching. Someone took a picture with their phone, then quietly put it down. A middle school student in a school uniform squatted by the bridge railing, resting his chin on his hand, quietly watching him type code. After watching for about ten minutes, he stood up and tiptoed away.

Zhang Qiliang never looked up.

This app has been under development for four or five days.

The functions are not complicated; the core functions are data scraping and weight calculation.

The front-end interface was already finished, and the back-end data interface was working properly; only the parameters for the last few scoring dimensions needed fine-tuning. He went through them line by line, changing the default values ​​for two thresholds and adding a piece of validation logic to prevent malicious score manipulation.

The sun had shifted slightly to the west, and the shadows of the trees moved away from the stone bench, shining on his shoes.

He stretched his neck, tapped a few more times on the keyboard, pressed the save button, put his phone on his lap, and stretched his arms.

"Ming-ge, what are you doing?"

A young man in his early twenties, wearing a baseball cap and holding a cup of milk tea, had appeared next to them at some point, his eyes full of curiosity.

Zhang Qiliang turned his head and glanced at him: "It's a little gadget, something you put in your phone."

The young man's eyes lit up, and he took half a step forward: "Can I give it a try?"

Zhang Qiliang looked down at the screen, and the last line of the log output was "Build succeeded".

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Qiliang replied, "Okay, I'll install it for you."

"Okay, okay!" The young man quickly handed over the phone, unlocked it, and held it with both hands.

Zhang Qiliang took the phone, connected it to the data cable, and transferred the compiled installation package.

The operation was very quick, taking less than two minutes in total.

When the phone was handed back, a new icon appeared on the young man's desktop—a blue planet background with a fist in the middle.

Below the icon is the app name: Global Morality Ranking

Below is a line of small print: (Chinese Server Closed Beta Version)

124 Please see the icon

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly, and the river surface was shimmering with a layer of dazzling gold.

Zhang Qiliang flew in from the south of the city, slowed down, descended, and landed in the middle of Bitan Bridge.

The banks of the river were once again packed with people.

Three lines of caution tape were set up, extending from the bridgehead to the walkways on both sides of the riverbank.

The uniformed officers stood in two rows with their backs to the bridge, their hat brims pulled low, facing the crowd of onlookers, mechanically repeating "backwards" and "backwards."

The bridge surface was clean.

Sixty-odd people stood in the middle of the bridge, squeezed into two or three loose rows. Some were wearing suits, some were wearing jackets, and some were wearing only a thin sweater, sweating slightly in the sun.

The small group standing on the left, about ten people, were the senior executives who hadn't been present yesterday.

Overseas Business Division, Technology Platform, Innovative Business—each title is longer than the last, and each person looks increasingly unwell.

Some people were still clutching their boarding passes, while others were wearing hotel slippers, suggesting they had been brought directly from the airport, the conference room, or some temporary hideout.

The remaining fifty or so were the most active, enthusiastic, and eager-to-participate faces in extreme discussion groups such as "Legal Killing Nan." At this moment, most of these faces had their heads down, looking at the river or staring unfocusedly at the cracks in the bridge surface beneath their feet.

Zhang Qiliang walked up to them and stopped.

"Does anyone feel they've been wronged?"

It's more than just a wrongful accusation; it's like snow falling in June!

One in a hundred people are able to reflect on their own actions; almost everyone feels they have been completely wronged.

The man standing closest was in his early forties, the director of Xiao Hongshu's overseas business department. He was stationed in Southeast Asia this year. Someone must have pushed him, because the director inexplicably moved forward half a step. He looked up and his eyes immediately met Zhang Qiliang's.

"Ming-ge... I spend almost two-thirds of my time traveling abroad on business. I really haven't been involved in the domestic business at all..."

Before he could finish speaking, his collar was grabbed.

"what do you mean……"

*Snap!* The first crisp sound exploded on the bridge surface, and three teeth flew out of the director's mouth, landing on the bridge surface two meters away, bouncing twice, and spinning around.

"...Should I thank you for making a fool of yourself abroad?"

Snap! Four more, streaked with blood, glistening with a ghastly white light in the sunlight.

The director's cheeks swelled up at a visible speed, his mouth cracked, and blood and foam dripped down his chin.

Zhang Qiliang let go of his hand and casually pushed him towards the railing.

The director staggered towards the railing, frantically flipped over, and plunged into the river with a splash.

Zhang Qiliang turned around and glanced at the remaining people.

Is there any more?

That's all, that's all, that's all...

The two slaps felt like they landed on everyone's faces, burning hot; the pain could be felt even from several meters away.

He knows best what he has done, and today it seems that this bastard has personally judged it by his own conscience.

The whole country... no, the whole world knows that this guy has never had a good temper. In any case, he's definitely not as easy to talk to as his mother and wife were yesterday!

Some people swallowed quietly, some took their hands out of their pockets and let them hang at their sides, and some moved half a step to the side, trying to hide themselves in the crowd.

Zhang Qiliang raised his chin.

Everyone started taking off their clothes.

That's why people say that those who can make money by going against their conscience are usually quite proactive.

The extra day of luck these sixty-odd people had really paid off. As everyone took off their clothes and coats, the residents and onlookers noticed that almost all of them were wearing swimsuits and swimming trunks underneath.

Zhang Qiliang gave a cold laugh and then raised his chin.

The crowd began to move towards the railing.

Some people walk fast, taking three steps at a time, vaulting over the railing, and jumping down with their eyes closed.

Some people walked slowly, dawdling, with their hands on the railing and their legs shaking.

Someone climbed over and squatted on the steps outside the railing, looking at the water seven or eight meters high, their face pale, unable to let go.

The two of them were the most cheerful.

A bald, fat man took off his coat and flipped over without even warming up, then plunged straight in, splashing water as big as if he were frying fish.

A tall, thin man wearing glasses lost his glasses while climbing over the railing. Without picking them up, he closed his eyes and jumped down. With a splash, he disappeared, but floated back up two seconds later, wiped his face, and started swimming towards the shore.

Others weren't as quick.

A row of people were leaning on the railing, like clothes hanging on a clothesline, swaying back and forth but not falling down.

Someone tried three times, and each time their toes had barely left the step before they pulled back, their hands gripping the railing so tightly that their knuckles turned white.

Damn it, it's three or four stories high! Ma Xiaoming, your mother is dead!

Given a five-second window, Zhang Qiliang walked forward.

With a swift movement, he grabbed a fat man in his forties by the back of his collar.

*Smack! Smack!* Teeth flew out, and cheeks swelled up.

With a casual toss, the fat man flew into the middle of the river.

Zhang Qiliang continued walking forward.

The diving competition began immediately.

The bridge surface seemed to be on fast-forward; the movements of people climbing over the railings suddenly became swift, those who were hesitating on the steps suddenly became decisive, and those who were hanging on the railings and swaying back and forth suddenly let go.

Splash, splash, splash—one after another, the water splashed open.

Zhang Qiliang stopped and watched quietly.

Two seconds later, Zhang Qiliang suddenly raised his right hand, his five fingers slightly spread, and made a gesture of striking from afar.

In mid-air, one man and three women were pulled back, their bodies tracing four arcs before flying over the railing and crashing heavily onto the bridge.

Cyberspace:

"Holy crap! Life jackets???"

"Am I seeing things? Those are life jackets, aren't they?"

"It wasn't just life jackets, those two women were carrying plastic bottles under their armpits!"

"Damn, did they really think Ming-ge came to invite them for a water sports team-building activity?"

Snap snap snap snap snap snap snap snap snap snap—

112 teeth flying everywhere!

Cyberspace:

"You think you're so smart!"

"Hahahahaha!"

"What a steal! Completely anesthesia-free green tooth extraction surgery (full version)!"

On the river, more than sixty heads bobbed up and down in the water.

Some swimmers were swimming well and were almost at shore when they were swept back by the undercurrent.

Some people are not good swimmers. They struggle in the water, frantically trying to stay afloat, swallowing mouthfuls of water, sinking, then floating up, then sinking again.

Among these sixty-odd struggling individuals, there is a special guest: Liang Yan.

According to information leaked from an unknown source, Liang Yan was listed first on the list that Ming submitted to the Internet Patrol.

……

An hour has passed.

The spray on the river surface gradually thinned out.

The splashing sounds had long since changed from dense to scattered, and then from scattered to occasional.

Sixty-odd heads bobbed up and down on the water's surface, like a pile of soaked buns. Some were still paddling, their movements slow as if in slow motion; others had barely moved, only instinctively kicking their legs to bring their faces above the water, gasping for breath before sinking back down; some had their eyes half-closed and mouths open, like a piece of rotten wood.

The sixty-odd barely alive men finally returned to the bridge.

Residents on the shore and onlookers online could clearly see that the swimsuits and trunks had darkened in color after being soaked in water, clinging to the bodies and outlining their extremely exhausted forms.

Some people had purple lips, some had pale faces, and some choked on water every few seconds, coughing so hard they felt like their lungs were being torn apart, before continuing to sink.

Standing by the railing, Zhang Qiliang raised his right hand and waved towards the river.

Thump, thump, thump—more than sixty dying bodies were thrown back onto the bridge one after another.

Zhang Qiliang waved again.

Clumps of black energy flew out from the depths of everyone's souls, mixed at high speed, and then re-entered their respective bodies.

Painful extraction, painful stirring, painful distribution...

A few seconds later, Zhang Qiliang landed on the riverbank, found Xiao Hu, and sent out the second document.

This time it's Dougu (a type of fermented soybean paste) and Weibo.

Yes, Liang Yan is still ranked first.

Permanently pinned.

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At 5 p.m., Zhang Qiliang posted a message on his WeChat Moments: "Just finished a small application, feel free to play it if you're interested: APK download link."

Five minutes later, the screenshot of this post on WeChat Moments was shared across the entire internet.

At 5:10, BBC Chinese was the first to issue a breaking news report:

The article, titled "Superman Releases Personal App, 'Global Morality Ranking' Launches," states: "This afternoon, quedexia released a mobile application called 'Global Morality Ranking' via social media. According to incomplete statistics, within ten minutes of its release, the APK installation package had been downloaded over eight million times."