Chapter Seventy: Did the Honest Man Toss Your Family's Ancestral Tomb?

Three o’clock in the afternoon.

After a brief nap, Bai Qingming lay on the soft, spacious bed, lost in thought. Bored, he pulled up the system interface for a look. It showed that the next reward required a popularity score of thirty million.

After his last surge past fifteen million, his popularity was still on the rise, but not as explosively as before. At present, he was still about ten million short of his goal.

Thinking this, Bai Qingming decided to get up and switched on his computer.

He glanced at the other transmigrators out there. Some had suffered broken engagements right at the start, living rough and struggling desperately every day, constantly at risk of being beaten to death. Others started out with nothing, yet through sheer grit, managed to turn the tide and rise above their circumstances.

And then there was him—he’d crossed over, casually sung the “Single Dog Song” and went viral overnight. A few more easy antics and he had everything he could want. If word got out, wouldn’t the other transmigrators die of envy? They’d probably tear open the fabric of space just to slap him for showing off.

And yet, he barely cared, spending his days sprawled on the sofa, ogling black stockings like a salted fish, utterly shameless.

With this thought, Bai Qingming couldn’t help but want to slap himself. “You show-off! Serves you right!” He swore he’d be a diligent, hardworking salted fish from now on.

Yes, that’s the spirit!

Having thus consoled himself, Bai Qingming felt a surge of motivation. He logged into his streaming account and began his broadcast for the day.

Meanwhile, though Bai Qingming hadn’t gone live yet, countless viewers were already filling the chat with wild banter.

“Why isn’t the streamer live yet? Even the village mule doesn’t get this much rest.”

“Guys, I just checked the global rich list. I’m ranked 6,289,165,896—dropped two spots since yesterday, probably because I bought two packs of spicy snacks.”

“Hello everyone, I matured early—by twelve or thirteen I understood everything. Once during recess, I bled a lot down there, my pants turned red. My classmates panicked, but I calmly explained what a period is. The teacher came and told me, ‘Boys don’t get that. You need to go to the hospital.’”

“I was walking outside and got bitten by a five-step snake. Luckily, I caught the snake and had it bite me again before I’d gone five steps, so I made it to the hospital. My friend got bitten too, but didn’t catch the snake. He still made it to the hospital because every five steps, he borrowed a step from someone else. You guys get what I mean, right?”

“Cloud drive 187***1548, extraction code: babadawo. Take it, no need to thank me!”

“Man above, you’re a real hero!”

“Good people live long, prosper, and deserve to make a fortune!”

The chat was ablaze with lively conversation.

But suddenly, someone started stirring up trouble.

“What kind of garbage is the ‘Single Dog Song’? You call that music?”

“Does the singer even have a primary school education?”

“And that ‘Simp Disco’—it’s clearly an insult to women! It’s not our fault those men choose to grovel.”

“That’s right, let them do what they want. It’s not like we forced them.”

“I strongly demand the singer publicly apologize to all women and retract all inappropriate remarks!”

As if coordinated, a horde of haters flooded in, quickly drowning out the previous messages, including the cloud drive link.

Little did they know, this infuriated the regular viewers, and soon a full-blown argument erupted between the fans and the outsiders.

Just then, the stream flickered and Bai Qingming appeared onscreen.

He was startled to find such chaos. What happened? Why is everyone fighting?

While he puzzled over the situation, a user named “Goddess Hera” sent a message in the chat.

“So, you’re the Single Dog Godfather? I’m also a streamer. I think your songs insult women. Do you dare connect with me for a live PK? If you lose, you have to apologize to all women!”

Seeing someone step forward, Bai Qingming was taken aback. Who was this?

Out of curiosity, he checked her profile and found she was indeed a fellow streamer, also on TigerBud, with over a million followers. Not quite his twenty million, but still impressive. Bai Qingming knew just how tough the streaming world was.

At that moment, some viewers recognized Goddess Hera.

“Streamer, that’s Goddess Hera, a feminist. She started some Single Women’s Association and is its president.”

“Yeah, I remember now. My ex-wife followed her on social media, got brainwashed by all that toxic advice, and argued with me every day until we divorced.”

“That’s her. Goddess Hera preaches female supremacy—men are supposed to give, women owe nothing. She says women should have many backups and simps to show their worth, play around when young, and just marry some honest guy later.”

“Damn, isn’t she ruining lives?”

As details about Goddess Hera emerged, most in the chat were stunned. Especially the men, who felt they’d been stabbed in old wounds.

What’s wrong with being an honest man? Did honest men desecrate your family graves? Do they deserve to be used and discarded?

Seeing these comments, Bai Qingming frowned.

At this moment.

Goddess Hera wasn’t live. She was surrounded by several computers, with seven or eight people feverishly typing, sending a torrent of inflammatory messages into Bai Qingming’s stream. They were professional trolls.

Yes, everything had been premeditated.

On the surface, Goddess Hera claimed to speak for women, accusing Bai Qingming of misogyny and seizing the moral high ground. But in truth, her real aim was to ride his fame.

If Bai Qingming agreed to a live PK, she was confident she could talk him into a breakdown. Then she’d become famous for it.

With this thought, Goddess Hera sent another message.

“Do you dare face me in a live PK?”

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“Streamer, whatever you do, don’t connect with her. She used to be a psychologist. I’ve seen her streams—she’s made several male streamers break down on air,” a viewer warned kindly.

A PK between streamers was really just a way to draw crowds and rake in money from fans, while the streamers themselves just hyped things up. Bai Qingming’s conscience wouldn’t let him participate in such a thing.

So, under the gaze of the entire audience, Bai Qingming took out his phone, scrolled through his contacts, and dialed a number.

Everyone was baffled by his actions, especially Goddess Hera, who had no idea what he was up to.

Soon, the call connected. Bai Qingming turned on the speaker, and a man’s voice came through.

“Hello?”

“Brother Li?”

Bai Qingming had called Li Sanjiang, the operations director of TigerBud.

“It’s Bai! What’s up?” Li Sanjiang greeted him warmly.

“It’s nothing major, just that there’s this streamer called Goddess Hera. I believe her content promotes negative ideas that could warp modern women’s values. Could you shut down her channel?”

As soon as the words were spoken, silence fell over the entire stream.