Launching an Account

Around dinnertime, He Yuanshan suddenly sent a message saying he was covering the night shift today and would not be coming home for now.

Chen Jue glanced up at the living room surveillance camera and instantly understood the old man's filthy little scheme.

Pah! Disgusting! What did he take Chen Jue for?

"Perfect!"

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

"Uncle said he's covering a shift tonight, so he won't be coming home for dinner."

Chen Jue remained calm as he handed Pei Qingying a pair of chopsticks.

"Oh." Pei Qingying sat across from Chen Jue, a faint flicker of secret delight passing through her eyes.

The two ate in silence, with no extra topics to discuss.

Pei Qingying felt somewhat constrained and awkward. Beneath the table, she quietly took out her phone and was about to search what topics a man and woman alone together should talk about.

Then a locally recommended video suddenly caught her eye.

"Big Brother Chen, your story is blowing up online!" Pei Qingying excitedly opened the recommended video and handed it to Chen Jue.

Chen Jue gave it a glance and discovered that it was footage of the day he and Uncle Lin had fought a bloody battle side by side in the restaurant.

The perspective should have come from the restaurant's surveillance cameras. Various clips had been meticulously edited together into a crisp, hard-hitting action short, set to impassioned Europa music that made the scene incredibly stirring.

Chen Jue sent a message to the seniors in Group Three to ask about it, and the answer he received was both laughable and exasperating.

It turned out that the Group Two inspectors who had come to support them had only formatted the restaurant's surveillance hard drive. They had not packed up and taken the entire computer tower.

"Group Two's people are way too unprofessional. They actually left such important 'evidence' at the scene..."

Chen Jue opened his phone and searched for himself.

He found that discussion of him online had exploded, with all sorts of edited videos flying everywhere.

He casually opened a video with 999+ comments and saw discussion after discussion pouring in.

"Was this guy really just a Martial Arts College graduate? That state of killing without blinking was terrifyingly strong!"

"Absolutely true. I graduated in the same class as him. His name is Chen Jue, and he was always one of Linjiang Martial Arts College's top students."

"I just checked Linjiang Martial Arts College's official website. This guy really is a fresh graduate. Before leaving school for his internship, his martial arts level was only Blood and Qi Level Nine. Who would've thought that in less than half a month, he'd already reached Foundation Establishment?"

"This counts as assassinating an officer in the street, right? The Rat Gang was utterly lawless! No wonder the Patrol Inspectorate came down on them with an iron fist and wiped them out within a single day."

"The young man he killed at the end seemed to be a True Qi Level Three martial artist, right? With such powerful physical talent, how did he not get into a martial arts university?!"

"That's perfectly normal. Back in my hometown, there was a kid born with martial bones and a Dao embryo. In the end, because he couldn't afford tuition, even after ranking first in the entire province, he could only attend Martial Arts College. I can't help but ask..."

Eek! Seeing that final comment, Chen Jue jumped in fright and hurriedly reported it, lest it bring trouble down on him.

Seeing Chen Jue fully absorbed in operating his phone, Pei Qingying served him a bowl of soup, then smoothly shifted her gaze toward his screen.

Chen Jue's fingers flew as he rapidly created a short-video account called "Linjiang Chen Jue."

The young girl firmly committed it to memory and, the instant Chen Jue's account was successfully created, added it to her special follows.

"Big Brother Chen, do you want to become a content creator?" Pei Qingying asked as if casually.

"Why not give it a try? I heard that if you do this well, you can livestream and sell products. The money comes pretty fast."

Chen Jue made no attempt to hide the fact that he was desperately short on money.

"Then can I be your manager?"

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

The young girl's eyes shone brightly, as though she had stumbled upon something enormously fun.

Seeing this, Chen Jue suddenly understood.

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

Since a rich young lady could not make her way into martial arts, naturally she had to find something interesting to do.

Perhaps helping him maintain his social media account was both interesting and challenging to the young girl.

"It can be done, but let's make this clear first—I can't afford to pay you right now."

"Once the account takes off, I'll make it up to you."

Chen Jue laid out the terms in advance, lest uneven division of the spoils damage their relationship later.

Pei Qingying gave him an "OK" gesture, then eagerly urged, "I'm done eating, so hurry up and finish too. We need to launch this account while the Stairwell War God's popularity is still hot and seize a million followers in one stroke!"

Seeing Pei Qingying so confident, Chen Jue's fighting spirit rose as well.

He wolfed down the rest of his dinner, then sat on the sofa and listened to Pei Qingying's grand plan for gaining followers.

First, Pei Qingying took dozens of handsome photos of Chen Jue in different poses. She selected her favorite one and put it on the account homepage as the background.

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

Finally, Pei Qingying had Chen Jue record a video introduction, explaining that he was the male lead in that day's bloody restaurant battle. He also said he was delighted to join the official short-video platform and hoped everyone would support his work in the future.

After finishing all this, Pei Qingying quietly spent 20,000 bucks from her alt account to boost Chen Jue's traffic.

In just one short hour, the follower count of "Linjiang Chen Jue" surged from zero to more than five thousand.

"Awesome!"

What could a twenty-year-old old man like Chen Jue possibly know about the tricks of a seventeen-year-old girl?

Watching his follower count grow wildly, he thought it was because his mighty presence had shaken the world and his personal charisma had erupted, drawing countless admirers.

"Photo taken, checked in, been here. P.S.: The officer is way more handsome than the Blood Gyroscope in the video."

"Handsome guy, interested? I'm from Linjiang too."

"Supporting you! I hope Great Ming gets more inspectors like Mr. Chen, who hate evil as though it were an enemy and strike hard at criminal forces."

"Bro, did you write that signature yourself? Your killing intent is way too heavy. Watch your emotions, or you'll turn into a murderous demon someday."

"The one above, what the hell do you know? Since it's poetry, of course there's exaggeration! What, do you think he's writing one of those long, stinking corporate profiles for your lousy company?"

"A man should kill, and kill without mercy. An eternal legacy lies all within killing. Fine verse, truly fine verse..."

Chen Jue scrolled through the comments beneath his first video with great interest, feeling that being a content creator did not seem all that difficult.

Just as one adult and one young girl immersed themselves in the joy of gaining followers.

In the outer city, among several stinking rats hiding in a dark basement and irritably scrolling through their phones, one of them suddenly flew into a furious rage.

"Chovy! That bastard who got the Patrol Inspectorate to come down on us with an iron fist actually dared to use our Rat Gang to launch his account! I'm going to kill him!"

The other two gathered around. Seeing Chen Jue's righteous-looking introduction in the video, both their faces darkened.

"Fourth Brother, calm down!"

"Those two Qi family lords had barely finished plowing through the outer city when you want to show your face and kill this kid. Isn't that slapping those two lords in the face?"

Ding Ze, the Rat Gang's third-in-command, reached out and grabbed Du Kui, the fourth brother who was about to lose it.

Dong Ling, the second-in-command, also spoke to soothe him. "Fourth Brother, wait a little longer. Once this gust of wind has passed, you can drag him here and carve him into a thousand pieces if you want!"

"No! I can't endure it! As long as this guy lives, I won't be able to sleep!" Fourth-in-command Du Kui still gritted his teeth in fury.

"Wait another week. After one week, I won't stop you no matter how you want to kill him."

At that moment, Fei Bin, the gang leader, was studying a pig-headed, human-bodied idol placed on the table.

He did not actually care much about the Rat Gang's destruction.

Because as long as the Qi family did not fall, if the Rat Gang was gone, there could still be the Wild Rat Gang, the Mice Gang...

They had ten thousand ways to rise again from the ashes. There was no need to rush.