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

A "rebellious" bullet comment, complete with dazzling high-end VIP effects and an exaggerated font size that almost filled half the screen, drifted slowly across the center of the screen.

[Brothers, it suddenly dawned on me... If we really don't vote for him at all, won't this bastard be able to pack his bags and go home to live his carefree, leisurely life of eating, sleeping, and having nothing to do?!]

This soul-searching question is like a depth charge dropped onto a calm lake.

The tens of millions of viewers who were still immersed in the "master sleeping" were suddenly awakened from their dream!

[Holy crap?! Yeah, right!]

Why should I?! Every morning I squeeze onto the subway, which looks like a still photograph, to get to that awful job, not only do I get yelled at by my boss, but I also have to put up with the client's attitude!

Why is it that he, a penniless, debt-ridden pauper, can comfortably sleep soundly in front of a national audience, and then resign and retire to his hometown after waking up?!

Is this reasonable?! Is this fair?!

The pent-up resentment of the migrant workers, the torment of getting up early every day, and the rebellious spirit in their bones were completely ignited at this moment!

Everyone finally saw through Lin Mo's hypocrisy in saying he was "going home to harvest wheat".

He's not going back to farming at all; he clearly just wants to escape this damned 996 work culture!

Want to leave work? No way!

We can't let him leave! We absolutely cannot let him succeed so easily!

[Family members, cast your votes for him! He has to stay on this dating reality show and be forced to perform every day!]

[Yes! Make him work overtime! Let him experience the suffering of us corporate slaves! Make him get up early every day to cook for the young lady!]

In just a few minutes.

An unofficial online campaign called "Protect Lin Mo's Dark Circles" has been launched in full swing.

#MakeLinMoWorkOvertime#

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This hashtag, brimming with the resentment of overworked office workers, shot straight to the top of Weibo's trending topics list at rocket speed!

Countless workers, exploited and suffering under the oppression of their bosses, channeled their overwhelming hatred for capitalists into their motivation to vote for Lin Mo.

Brothers, I used the fifty yuan I was saving for cigarettes to top up my account and buy tickets! Cast your votes like crazy!

I swear on my ex-boyfriend's ten years of lifespan, as long as Lin Mo is still on the show, I'll come here every day to vote for him!

[Lin Mo, you're not getting off work! Your life belongs to the capitalists! Get up and get to work!]

A miracle occurred on the real-time voting data screen in the upper right corner of the live stream.

Lin Mo's previously pitiful and stagnant votes suddenly surged as if electrified!

Ten thousand, one hundred thousand, five hundred thousand, one million!

The numbers were jumping around so fast that it was impossible to see the changes in the single digits!

The dozens of online troll studios that Zhao Kuohua hired at great expense were no match for the tens of millions of working people who were driven by a desire for "mad revenge."

It was like a few small waves facing a tsunami, instantly crushed without leaving a trace!

Heartbeat Hut, a luxury suite for girls on the second floor of Building B.

Jiang Ruoyun was lounging on the soft velvet sofa, holding a glass of freshly warmed milk in her hand.

Her beautiful peach blossom eyes were fixed on the monitor screen hanging on the wall.

On the screen, Lin Mo's votes were surging forward at an incredibly rapid pace, quickly closing in on Zhao Kuo, who was ranked first.

But Jiang Ruoyun's exquisitely beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Not enough."

She murmured something softly, her voice cold yet carrying a hint of extremely domineering dissatisfaction.

Although netizens are very enthusiastic, the capital behind Zhao Kuo is obviously not to be underestimated, and the two are still fiercely battling for votes.

If any unexpected event occurs, causing Lin Mo to be eliminated due to a slight disadvantage...

Jiang Ruoyun felt terrible whenever she thought about never being able to eat that mouthwatering lard noodles or that crispy on the outside and tender on the inside sweet and sour pork ribs again.

She felt that she simply couldn't bear to live through these boring and tedious days!

Absolutely not!

No one can take her away from her as her long-term meal ticket! Not even if he tries to run away!

Jiang Ruoyun put down the milk glass, a dangerous glint of possessiveness flashing in her eyes.

She picked up the specially made encrypted phone that was placed aside, skillfully opened WeChat, and found the contact person whose contact name was "Old Man Jiang, who is foolish and rich".

There were no extra pleasantries, no warm greetings between father and daughter.

Jiang Ruoyun's slender fingers flew across the screen, sending a very short but incredibly powerful message.

"Dad, if I don't vote for Lin Mo, I'll become a monk."

After thinking for a moment, this young lady, who would stop at nothing for a meal, added another sentence without any expression.

I've already found a nunnery I like, and I've even thought of a nunnery name for her.

at the same time.

The Jiang Group headquarters building, located at the very top of the city skyline in Beijing's CBD.

Inside the chairman's luxurious office on the top floor, which covers nearly 500 square meters.

Jiang Jianguo, the richest man in China whose every move could shake the entire business world, was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed reading glasses and frowning as he reviewed a multinational acquisition deal worth tens of billions of yuan.

This ruthless and decisive business tycoon exudes a suffocating aura of authority.

"Buzz—"

My personal cell phone, which was on the mahogany desk, suddenly vibrated.

Jiang Jianguo didn't want to pay attention to it at first, but he caught a glimpse of the words "my precious daughter" on the screen.

His imposing face, which didn't need to be angry, instantly melted into an extremely kind and obsequious smile, like a Sichuan opera face-changing act.

"Oh my, my darling daughter finally decided to text me!"

Jiang Jianguo quickly took off his reading glasses, grabbed his phone, and happily opened WeChat.

however.

When he saw the two lines of text on the screen.

This billionaire, whose net worth is in the hundreds of billions, felt a sudden darkness before his eyes and almost spat a mouthful of blood onto the multi-billion dollar contract in front of him!

Becoming a monk?!

nunnery?!

Jiang Jianguo was so startled that he almost dropped the purple clay teacup in his hand.

"This is outrageous! This is absolutely outrageous!"

Jiang Jianguo slammed his hand on the table, making the documents on it jump up.

He paced back and forth in the spacious office in a fit of rage, his chest heaving violently.

"For a poor kid! A good-for-nothing burdened with enormous debt, who can do nothing but cook a couple of meals!"

"My precious daughter, whom I've raised with utmost care and affection, actually dares to threaten me by shaving her head and becoming a nun?!"

Jiang Jianguo grew angrier the more he thought about it, wishing he could send dozens of armed helicopters right now to throw that kid named Lin Mo into the Pacific Ocean.

Actually, he had been quietly following this dating reality show all along.

At first, he was indeed extremely disgusted with Lin Mo, this penniless and indebted young man, and even secretly used his capital to put pressure on the production team, hoping that they would eliminate him as soon as possible.

but……

I remember once, the butler used his private helicopter to bring back a small box of braised pork that Lin Mo had made himself from the island overnight.

Jiang Jianguo unconsciously stopped in his tracks and swallowed hard, completely lacking any self-respect.

That bright, enticing color, that melt-in-your-mouth, rich yet not greasy, exquisite taste...

Jiang Jianguo had eaten countless Michelin three-star and state banquet-level meals in his life, but he had never eaten anything so amazing and so full of the warmth of everyday life!

Even his notoriously picky stomach problems were relieved for an entire day after eating that braised pork!

"This kid, although he's a good-for-nothing who doesn't strive for anything, his skills... are indeed a bit strange."

Jiang Jianguo touched his slightly overweight belly, his eyes becoming extremely complicated and conflicted.

If Lin Mo is really eliminated.

Not only is his beloved daughter clamoring to become a nun, but he himself will probably never be able to find anyone to secretly satisfy his cravings again!

"Damn it!"

Jiang Jianguo stared at his phone screen through gritted teeth, his expression extremely conflicted.

He's been a seasoned businessman for half his life; when has he ever been threatened like this, with someone riding on his neck?

"Threatening me?"

Jiang Jianguo let out a cold laugh at the air.

"Fine! Jiang Ruoyun, you win!"

"I admit defeat today!"

He took a deep breath, swallowed his frustration, and forced himself to find an extremely noble and righteous excuse.

"Everything for my daughter's happiness!"

Then, the richest man silently and guiltily added another sentence in his mind.

"...And my braised pork!"

Now that his daughter had spoken, and now that his stomach had spoken, he was finally able to do so.

Even if the King of Heaven himself came today, Lin Mo would have to obediently stay in that kitchen and stir-fry!

Jiang Jianguo's eyes sharpened, and he instantly reverted to his ruthless and decisive business tycoon demeanor.

He grabbed the red landline phone on his desk and dialed the president's office number.

"Notify all senior executives in the group to immediately drop everything they are doing!"

The moment the call connected, Jiang Jianguo's voice resonated like a booming bell throughout the large office.

"Activate the group's emergency plan immediately!"

Two minutes later.

The peaceful business district of Beijing was suddenly hit by an unprecedented bombshell.

On the computer screens and work phones of tens of thousands of Jiang Group employees, an internal mass email with a red urgent exclamation mark popped up simultaneously.

All employees of the Jiang Group received an urgent email titled: "Urgent Notice Regarding Employee Participation in a Variety Show Voting".