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

The host was so shocked by the roar that his eardrums ached and his mind went blank.

He subconsciously turned his head and stared stiffly at the giant LED holographic projection screen that was ten meters long behind him.

Originally, besides the dismal data bars that had just been reset to zero through "behind-the-scenes manipulation," there were only a few scattered ordinary comments on the screen.

But at the moment.

The background color of the entire screen was suddenly completely covered by an extremely dazzling and noble dark golden light!

That's the highest level of official VIP special effects on the live streaming platform, a "screen-dominating" mode that is only triggered when an extremely important national-level organization joins the platform.

All the guests present were stunned.

Zhao Kuo's maniacal laughter froze instantly. He narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the golden light that suddenly surged into the screen, and a sense of extreme unease welled up in his heart.

Lin Mo, who was sitting on the very edge with his backpack and already in a starting position, stopped moving in confusion.

"What's going on? Can't we even go home?" Lin Mo muttered irritably.

next second.

The first golden bullet comment, bearing the breathtaking official blue V certification logo, slowly swept across the center of the screen with an unparalleled domineering presence.

[Yunhai City Museum (Official Verification)]: "We heard that your program features a master who restored Ding ware white porcelain by hand? @LinMo, the curator cordially invites you to our museum to exchange ideas on the 'kintsugi' restoration technique. No matter how late, we warmly welcome you!"

Quiet.

The studio was deathly silent.

The 20 million viewers in the live stream who were still angry about the show's behind-the-scenes manipulation were instantly stunned.

[Holy crap?! Yunhai City Museum? That's a national first-class museum!]

Wait! Ding ware white porcelain? Kintsugi (the art of repairing broken metalwork)? I remember now!

[It was that time this morning! Zhao Kuo accidentally broke Jiang Ruoyun's cup, and Lin Mo, not wanting her to be upset, repaired it with gold powder afterwards!]

[Damn! I thought he was just bragging, and now you're telling me it's a lost art of kintsugi (the art of repairing metal objects with gold)?!]

Before the entire online audience could recover from this huge shock...

The second golden bullet comment with a blue V logo followed immediately, once again igniting everyone's attention!

[National Intangible Cultural Heritage Association (Official Certification)]: "Is that young friend who created the 'dragon-like brushstrokes' using discarded sugar syrup at the night market still here? We need to immediately record your amazing skill into the national intangible cultural heritage top-secret archives! Please contact us!"

The bullet screen system has once again experienced an unprecedented and crazy explosion!

[A dragon-like brushstroke?! My goodness! Is that sugar painting?]

[He actually knows a skill that the Intangible Cultural Heritage Association has been searching for for years without success?!]

Zhao Kuo sat on the sofa, looking at the two shocking official comments, his face as pale as paper.

"Impossible... This is absolutely impossible!"

Zhao Kuo trembled all over, pointing at the big screen and shouting hoarsely, "This is an online army! This is definitely a high-level online army that Lin Mo paid for! How could a poor bastard like him possibly know these things!"

However, the reality check came faster than a tornado.

Zhao Kuo had just finished speaking.

The third thing, and the one that will make all the experts kneel down and sing "Conquer," is the blue V-marked bullet screen that has suddenly appeared!

[National Architectural Institute (Official Certification)]: "Several old men in our institute have been paying attention to that dilapidated building in Building C for a long time. The pure mortise and tenon structure window frame that Lin Xiaoyou personally crafted, and the bamboo sachet he casually wove, are precisely the 'Luban Buckle' technique, which has been lost for three hundred years!"

The Architectural Institute of America added, "Such extraordinary talent is truly a national treasure!"

boom--!!!

These words were like a nuclear bomb with tremendous force, exploding into a mushroom cloud in the minds of viewers across the internet!

[Luban buckle?! National treasure?!]

I'm completely numb! I'm totally numb!

[Does everyone remember when we first checked in, Lin Mo complained that the broken window was too drafty and noisy at night, affecting his sleep, so he just picked up a few pieces of broken wood and pieced them together?!]

[And that sachet! It's because there are too many mosquitoes in Building C, and he was afraid of getting bitten, so he just grabbed some bamboo and wove it together to hang above his bed!]

[To get a good night's sleep, he casually restored the Lu Ban buckle, a craft lost for three hundred years?!]

Is this the relaxed feeling of a max-level player?! He's using god-level skills to maintain his insignificant, slacking-off lifestyle!

The entire live stream room was completely engulfed in a frenzy of worship.

This isn't some dating reality show or talent competition; it's like the national team at a massive archaeological excavation site!

At this moment, Lin Mo frowned deeply as he looked at the official titles flashing with gold on the big screen.

"We're doomed."

Lin Mo inwardly cried out in alarm.

He originally thought he had hidden it well; those were just muscle instincts from his past life's muscle memory, used casually for convenience in daily life.

How did we manage to provoke all these "old-fashioned" officials?

If they get on my good side, how am I supposed to go back to the village?! I'll be dragged to meetings and research sessions every day, worse than 007!

"Director! Hurry up and read out the elimination list! Ignore all this nonsense in the comments!"

Lin Mo was so anxious that he slapped his thigh and shouted loudly at the camera.

"I'm innocent! I've been completely innocent!"

"They've mistaken me for someone else! I'm just a locksmith! I strongly demand that the retirement process be implemented immediately!"

Lin Mo's almost desperate urgency, bordering on "fleeing from disaster," was seen by the entire online audience as the highest level of Versailles!

[Hahaha! He's panicking! He's afraid of being forced to work by the national team!]

[Incredible! He avoids the official association that others are scrambling to join, even considering buying a standing-room-only ticket to escape overnight!]

[Lin Mo: Don't stop me! As long as I run fast enough, the title of intangible cultural heritage inheritor can't catch me!]

Meanwhile, in a quiet and elegant courtyard house somewhere in Beijing.

A graceful and charming middle-aged woman is holding a cup of premium Pu'er tea while watching a live stream on her tablet.

Her name is Song Wan, a professor in the History Department of Peking University, and also Jiang Ruoyun's biological mother and Lin Mo's future number one fan and mother-in-law.

Seeing Lin Mo's comical appearance as he was eager to escape, Song Wan couldn't help but chuckle, her eyes filled with the ultimate appreciation a mother-in-law would have for her son-in-law.

"This kid is interesting."

Song Wan put down her teacup, picked up her phone, and dialed a number.

"Hey, Lao Li, haven't you always complained that our institute lacks an all-around treasure? Now we've found someone, but... it seems like someone wants to get rid of him."

Several tens of seconds later.

On the giant screen in the Heartbeat House studio.

A barrage of ultimate, decisive bullets, carrying unparalleled absolute pressure and capable of sealing the deal, descended like a god descending to earth!

[National Intangible Cultural Heritage Inheritance Association (Official Certification)]: "A master of Chinese culture who combines the three arts of kintsugi (metal repair), sugar painting, and mortise and tenon joints, a grandmaster whom our institute can't even invite!"

"Your production team actually wants to eliminate him based on the absurd reason of 'last place in votes'?!"

This extremely stern question instantly transformed into a line of bold, blood-red characters, firmly nailed to the very center of the screen!

"Is this the cultural message you're trying to convey to society?!"

guide!

These two words were uttered.

Wang Pangzi, the chief director in the backstage control room, suddenly felt a blackout before his eyes, and his entire body of fat began to twitch violently as if he had been electrocuted!

With a "plop".

Wang Pangzi's legs went weak, and he slid off the director's chair, kneeling heavily on the cold floor.

Cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

In China's entertainment industry, offending an investor simply means finding a new financial backer.

However, if they are labeled with "wrong cultural orientation" or even "suppressing national treasure-level inheritors", it will be a problem.

Let alone a small-time variety show director like him, even if Zhao Kuo's father, Zhao Jinhai, came in person, he would be in serious trouble!

This isn't some paid troll post!

This is like the national team coming in a whole fleet of aircraft carriers to snatch people away!!!

"quick……"

Fatty Wang lay on the ground like a fat fish starving to death, hysterically roaring at the technician next to him!

"hurry up!!!"

"Add back all the data that was just removed! Not a single vote should be missed!"

Fatty Wang's eyes were bloodshot, his voice filled with despair and fear: "Restore Lin Mo's votes immediately! One less vote, and I'll be dead here today!"

The technician was terrified and scrambled back to the control panel.

He was trembling all over, his hands moving like a blur on the keyboard as he frantically typed out extremely complex recovery commands.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of the Enter key being struck heavily.

The giant LED screen on the studio stage flickered suddenly.

Followed by.

That red bar chart that belonged to Lin Mo, which had already fallen to the bottom.

Like an active volcano that has been refilled with magma, it began to leap upwards at a terrifying speed that sends chills down your spine!

Soon, it will break through the sky!