The dating reality show host just wanted to give up, but the rich girl fell for him.

Heartbeat Hut, the main stage in the lobby on the first floor.

The stirring and suspenseful drumbeat background music echoed throughout the dome of the entire studio.

Multicolored spotlights swept wildly through the air, creating an atmosphere of extreme tension and sternness.

Tonight is the most brutal and explosive elimination night since the premiere of "Heart Signal".

The male and female guests took their seats one by one on the leather sofa in the center of the stage.

Everyone spared no expense to prepare for this moment that has garnered attention across the entire internet.

Zhao Kuo was dressed in a bespoke Armani black tuxedo, his hair was neatly combed, and the Patek Philippe on his wrist gleamed with the light of money.

Lin Chacha changed into a deep V evening gown studded with rhinestones, and even cleverly applied highlighter to her collarbone.

Everyone was poised and ready, in their best possible light.

Except for Lin Mo, who was sitting on the very edge.

Among this group of elites and celebrities who seemed to be heading to the Cannes Film Festival red carpet, Lin Mo's demeanor was like that of an old man who had just returned from a vegetable market in an urban village.

He was still wearing that faded gray cotton T-shirt.

She wore loose athletic shorts and those cheap plastic flip-flops that cost ten yuan for three pairs.

The most outrageous thing is that he was not only holding that large, chipped thermos cup that looked very old, but also...

He even had that huge military green canvas backpack firmly strapped to his back!

The backpack zipper wasn't fully closed, and a large, green scallion was waving in the air as he moved.

He sat on the edge of the sofa in an extremely awkward position.

Most of his body was turned to the right side of the stage towards the emergency exit, and his perpetually sleepy eyes were now shining with an extremely intense and eager light!

As soon as the host reads his name.

He could absolutely launch himself into the air in a fraction of a second, bursting through that flashing green door and embracing the freedom he had always dreamed of!

"Lin Mo, you don't need to be in such a hurry."

Sitting next to Lin Mo, Zhao Kuo glanced at him with utter disdain and let out a low, cold laugh.

"Even if you put on a nonchalant, poor act now, it can't hide the fact that you're about to be kicked out of the entertainment industry like a stray dog."

Zhao Kuo straightened his bespoke tie, his tone full of condescending condescension and arrogance.

"It's because you've cooked me a few meals these past few days."

"After you get out of here, if you're really forced to starve by loan sharks, you can work as a security guard in my company's underground parking garage."

Zhao Kuo's lips curled into a malicious smile: "If you're willing to kowtow to me, I'll pay you double your salary, how about it?"

Faced with such an extremely insulting provocation.

Lin Mo was not angry at all; instead, he thought about it very seriously for two seconds.

"Double pay? Does it include meals and accommodation?" Lin Mo slowly unscrewed the thermos and took a sip of cola.

Zhao Kuo was stunned for a moment, then looked at him like he was crazy: "You actually want to go?"

"I won't do it if it doesn't include room and board." Lin Mo shook his head with a regretful look. "Besides, your family's lousy company might go bankrupt any day. I'd rather go home and farm."

"You're asking for it—!"

Zhao Kuo was so angry that his face turned ashen. Just as he was about to start cursing, the lights in the center of the stage suddenly went out.

A blinding spotlight suddenly shone on the host holding the microphone.

"Distinguished guests present here, and to the 20 million viewers watching online!"

The host raised the microphone, his voice high-pitched and excited, instantly drawing everyone's attention.

"The exciting moment has arrived!"

"After an hour of online frenzy, the final data for our [Heartbeat Voting Elimination System] has been fully tallied!"

As the host's voice faded.

Behind the stage, a giant LED holographic projection screen, ten meters long, suddenly lit up!

On the screen, a colorful bar chart representing the votes of each guest began to scroll wildly at a dazzling speed!

The entire studio seemed to freeze in the breath.

"To maintain maximum suspense, our director will first identify the top three guests in the safe zone!"

The host waved his hand.

The bar chart on the screen froze for a moment, showing three bars.

As expected, thanks to the massive amount of money his agency spent on hiring online trolls, Zhao Kuo's name appeared prominently in the safe zone!

Zhao Kuo let out a long sigh of relief, a wildly arrogant smile bursting from his eyes.

Steady!

He turned his head and stared intently at Lin Mo, his eyes looking as if he were looking at an ant about to be crushed.

"You poor bastard, your time is up."

However, Lin Mo completely ignored him.

Lin Mo was currently clasping his hands together, staring intently at the few remaining, wildly fluctuating bars on the screen.

He was still muttering to himself, "Last place! Last place! May Buddha and the Jade Emperor protect me, I must be last!"

Just then, the host's smile vanished.

Following the directive from the chief director, Fatty Wang, delivered through his earpiece, he adopted an extremely serious, even heartbroken expression.

"Dear viewers, before announcing the final elimination list, I must announce something extremely regrettable."

The host's voice, amplified by top-of-the-line speakers, resonated throughout the studio and reached the ears of 20 million viewers across the internet.

"Just two minutes before the voting channel was about to close."

"Our program's firewall detected an extremely large IP data stream with a highly unusual origin!"

"Someone is attempting to use illegal hacking techniques and group control software to maliciously and unfairly manipulate the votes for one of our contestants!"

These words were spoken.

The entire audience erupted in uproar!

The live stream chat exploded instantly, with a dense barrage of comments scrolling across the screen.

Holy crap! Vote rigging?! Who's so bold as to pull off such a shady operation in front of 20 million people?!

[Is there even a question? It's definitely that bastard Zhao Kuo! His votes surged faster than a rocket; he absolutely hired online trolls!]

[A thorough investigation is necessary! We must get a thorough investigation! We need to get justice!]

However, in the backstage control room.

Fatty Wang looked at the barrage of insults directed at Zhao Kuo, but a sinister smirk crept onto his lips.

Go ahead and curse, curse all you want!

I'm going to pour this whole bucket of dirty water over Lin Mo's head later, let's see if you can still laugh then!

On stage, the host took a deep breath and read out the most lethal line according to the script.

"After an emergency investigation by our technical department."

"These millions of abnormal votes all originated from the same IP pool within the company's internal network!"

"To uphold the absolute fairness and impartiality of 'Heart Signal,' and to give an explanation to all the guests who seriously participated in the program!"

The host's voice suddenly rose, becoming firm and resounding: "The production team has made the decision!"

"These 'abnormal votes' suspected of serious violations will be completely removed!"

"Now, please look at the big screen!"

boom--!

The giant LED screen on the stage emitted an extremely piercing sound.

next second.

Everyone stared wide-eyed in disbelief!

On the far right of the screen, there was a red bar chart that had already surged ahead and even broken through the UI limitations due to the sheer volume of data.

The invincible bar chart belonging to Lin Mo, representing the "wrath of the richest man".

Suddenly, it felt as if an invisible giant hammer had fallen from the sky and slammed into the top of the room!

A crisp "snap" sounded.

The towering data column broke in the middle.

The millions of real votes inside were cast by tens of thousands of employees of the Jiang Group using real money and their fast typing speed.

Under the director team's extremely shameless "behind-the-scenes manipulation," everything was instantly wiped out!

"Whoosh—"

The red bars plummeted straight down to the bottom of the valley at the speed of free fall.

Ultimately, it stopped at just over eight thousand votes.

In this era where millions of votes are commonplace, these eight thousand votes are practically nothing.

Last place!

Absolutely last place, without any suspense or resistance!

The entire studio was deathly silent for a full five seconds.

Followed by.

"Hahahaha!"

Sitting on the sofa, Zhao Kuo could no longer contain his ecstatic joy and let out a wild laugh as piercing as an owl!

"Vote rigging! So it was you, the shameless vote-rigging dog!"

Zhao Kuo pointed at Lin Mo, laughing so hard that tears streamed down his face, his facial muscles contorted with extreme excitement.

"Lin Mo, Lin Mo, are you out of your mind? You actually went and bought the cheapest kind of intranet-controlled online army?"

"Now look what happened! Caught red-handed by the production team, all your points are wiped out!"

"You're not only a penniless bastard with five million in debt, you're also a liar who'll do anything to become famous! A complete scumbag!"

Zhao Kuo's words were undeniably malicious; they were practically meant to forever nail Lin Mo to the pillar of shame in the entertainment industry, ensuring he could never rise again!

The viewers in the live stream were stunned.

Although they knew the production team was involved in shady dealings, no one expected that these shady dealings would be so blatant and so outrageous!

This isn't clearing abnormal data; this is blatant robbery!

Just when everyone thought that they had suffered such a huge injustice and humiliation.

Lin Mo, this usually laid-back and easygoing old cadre, will definitely lose his temper and slam his fist on the table, or even start a fight on stage.

A truly horrifying scene unfolded.

"Hahahahaha!!!"

A loud, powerful laugh, even louder than Zhao Kuo's, filled with an extreme joy that seemed to penetrate the soul.

It suddenly burst out of the mouth of the man with the backpack!

Lin Mo suddenly jumped up from the sofa.

He gripped the straps of his backpack tightly, his cheeks flushed with excitement, and he even clenched his fist in mid-air.

"Very good!"

Lin Mo looked up at the appalling "last place" on the big screen, and tears of emotion welled up in her eyes.

"Heaven has eyes!"

"Justice will prevail! The production team is brilliant! Director Wang is brilliant!"

Lin Mo's sudden burst of passionate remarks completely stunned everyone present.

Zhao Kuo's maniacal laughter was stuck in his throat as he looked at Lin Mo as if he were a lunatic.

The host was so frightened that he took two steps back and almost fell off the stage.

This guy was so traumatized, he finally went crazy?!

But Lin Mo didn't care about any of that.

All he knew was that the damned anti-vote-rigging system had worked! The fake data that had almost ruined his retirement plans had been cleared out!

He is free!

He can immediately board the high-speed train back to his village without having to pay a single penny!

"What are you still standing there for?"

Lin Mo looked at the host, who was completely dumbfounded, with extreme eagerness, slapped his thigh, and urged loudly.

"Hurry up and read out the results! I've already bought my ticket, or I'll miss the number two bus!"

Faced with Lin Mo's almost perverse desire to "die".

The host swallowed hard, his hand holding the cue cards trembling uncontrollably.

He glanced pleadingly at the director behind the camera, and after receiving permission, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and raise the microphone.

"Then... then."

The host took a deep breath and, amidst the extremely eerie atmosphere, announced loudly.

"This week's 'Heart Signal' received the fewest votes."

"So, those who were eliminated are—"

Just 0.01 seconds before that name was about to be uttered!

In the backstage control room.

The chief director, Fatty Wang, was smirking as he prepared to press the button to push the content across the entire internet.

suddenly!

With a loud bang, the heavy soundproof door to the control room was kicked open violently from the outside!

Followed by.

Suddenly, a piercing scream, as if someone had seen a ghost, came from the host's hidden earpiece!

That was the assistant director's desperate scream.

"Cut off the signal! Cut off all live stream signals immediately!"

"Don't let him read it out loud!!!"

"Look at the comments! Look at the comments! Something terrible has happened!!!"