Chapter 213 - 211: Introduced by Old Bai

Chapter 213: Chapter 211: Introduced by Old Bai

’Passing down the family line really is the main theme in a Huaxia man’s life.’

Zhang Zhe couldn’t help but sigh with emotion.

Even a king of moochers like this "Brother" was no exception.

"If you want to continue your family line, can’t you just find a girl who’s willing to have kids?" Zhang Zhe thought the matter was quite simple. "Does it matter if she’s after your money?"

"Of course it matters," the man said, full of self-assurance. "I don’t care what happens to me, but my child is different. My child needs a reliable mother."

"Continuing the family line isn’t just about giving birth. You have to raise the child to be successful."

"...I was being too simplistic." Zhang Zhe hadn’t expected the man to have thought so much about it.

He was much better than those women from Jiangsu, Zhejiang, and Shanghai who were always clamoring about "getting rid of the father to keep the child."

The man had a very clear understanding: without a stable family environment, without the care of both a father and a mother, a child could easily develop psychological problems while growing up.

That wasn’t something money alone could solve.

The man clearly had his own thoughts on raising the next generation, and they were the right ones.

Zhang Zhe thought for a moment and told him:

"If you’re really doing this for your child’s well-being, I have a rather difficult path for you. I don’t know if you’d be willing to consider it."

"Go on, Brother Zhang."

"Find a female teacher from a small town, over 32 years old. It’s best if she works somewhere far from where your two previous marriages took place. That way, her family won’t be influenced by your background."

"To put it bluntly, to her, you’ll just be some rich hick from the city."

"Of course, you’ll be on the losing end of this kind of marriage. A female teacher who isn’t married at this age will not only offer you zero emotional value, but her family might even bleed you dry."

"But, correspondingly, the more she and her family depend on you, the more stable your marriage will be."

[This guy must be worth tens of millions, right? Is he crazy for looking for an older female teacher?]

[With a history of two marriages where he lived off his wives, what normal person would marry him?]

[If he wants a stable marriage, his only option is a "leftover woman." Any young girl with the slightest bit of ambition wouldn’t choose him.]

[To put it bluntly, he’s like a gender-bent female influencer. Finding a partner with a stable job is his best bet for a low-key life from now on.]

[With his looks, he could probably make a killing among the female teachers, right?]

"Huh?" The man first let out a cry of surprise.

But after thinking it over carefully, he felt that what Zhang Zhe said made sense.

Especially when Zhang Zhe told him that by choosing a partner this way, he could even have requirements for her educational background, which was equivalent to screening his partner’s genes.

"Brother Zhang, so you’re saying these older female teachers are reserved for people like me?"

"I’m usually the one in livestreams posting comments making fun of those ’leftover women,’ and now you’re telling me I have to go find one?"

"This is too damn hard to stomach. It’s no different from me going on a blind date and ending up with Yangli or Fu Shou’Er."

"It won’t be as bad as finding someone like Yangli." Zhang Zhe told the man not to worry too much. "With your qualifications, you can still be a little picky."

"You still have room to reject the kind of ’leftover women’ who are just making wishes."

"What about those ’Voldemorts’? Should I consider them?" the man asked after a moment’s thought. "I feel like a lot of older ’leftover women’ have younger brothers or sisters at home."

"It depends on the situation. Most ’Voldemorts’ aren’t worth considering."

"But if it’s the kind who asks you for a bride price just to use that money to help her brother get a wife, you should do some digging and see if you can cut out the middleman."

"Honestly, Brother, your situation is pretty much the same as a girl who decides to ’settle down’ and find an honest man to marry."

"You can just change your mindset. Think of those ’leftover women’ as the ’honest men’."

"Amazing. You live up to your reputation, Brother Zhang." The man nodded, completely convinced. He cupped his hands toward the camera and said a sincere thank you.

"Brother Zhang, I’m going to log off and ask the matchmakers back in my hometown. If there’s someone suitable, I’ll go on a blind date. If it works out, you have to come to the wedding feast!"

"No problem. I’ll definitely be there to grab a free drink," Zhang Zhe readily agreed.

However, he also reminded the man to be sincere and to explain his own situation clearly. He couldn’t just abandon basic honesty because the "leftover woman" was "honest."

After all, they were getting married to spend their lives together.

...

After the stream ended, Zhang Zhe briefly organized the footage. In the end, he decided not to make a clip out of the segment with the king of moochers.

Only the viewers who contributed to the stream’s popularity deserved this Burning Technique.

Anyway, the videos Zhang Zhe posted with the most likes were basically all ones that bashed scummy women and gold diggers.

His fans on Douyin weren’t actually interested in serious analyses of marriage; they just wanted to curse people out together.

The next morning, Zhang Zhe arrived at the matchmaking agency bright and early.

Old Bai had told him last night on short notice that a "premium client" was coming over. He wanted Zhang Zhe to quickly analyze her marital prospects because the girl was getting engaged the next day.

He’d seen people in a hurry, but never this much of a hurry.

How could Zhang Zhe dare to be neglectful? He arrived at the agency early to tidy up the shop. Old Bai had even paid the 8,800 consultation fee for the girl already. For a client like this, he had to at least serve a decent cup of tea when she arrived.

But the other party was truly in a rush. He had just put the water on to boil when the clients arrived.

A family of three: mother, daughter, and younger brother.

The one seeking marriage counseling was the daughter, Yang Hui. She was 27 years old, a 3.5 out of 10 in looks, and gave off the impression of someone who was trying to act generous but was actually quite provincial.

Her younger brother was even worse. He was on his phone playing games the entire time, showing no intention of looking up.

But the one who puzzled Zhang Zhe the most was actually Mrs. Yang. A mother of two in her fifties, she seemed somewhat timid and withdrawn, her eyes constantly darting around, giving off a suspicious and sensitive vibe.

Since Old Bai had referred them and the fee was already paid, Zhang Zhe didn’t beat around the bush after the initial pleasantries:

"Old Bai has told me the basics of your situation. Your family is in the furniture business. Old Yang Furniture City is your family’s, right?"

"Yes." Mrs. Yang nodded. "Old Bai said you’re the best Matchmaker in Qing City and that we had to come see you."

"That’s right, I am."

"You’ve come to the right person." Zhang Zhe’s skin was quite thick by now.

Old Bai had hyped him up so much; if he didn’t play along, it would make Old Bai look like a clown. Therefore, he had to be the best Matchmaker in the city.

"So, shall I speak with your daughter first? With matters like marriage, I prefer to first hear the most genuine thoughts of the person involved."

"Yes, alright." Mrs. Yang stood up and swapped places with her daughter. "Huihui, explain things clearly to Matchmaker Zhang."

"Where should I start?" Yang Hui’s gaze was very clear as she looked at Zhang Zhe and asked.

"How about you start with how you met your boyfriend?"

"Right now, all I know is that your boyfriend is a manager at your family’s company."

"Okay." The young woman nodded. "I met him about three years ago, right after I graduated from college."

"I couldn’t find a job, so my dad had me go help out at the furniture city. He was already a manager by then."

"You could say my dad introduced us. He was a pretty nice guy and especially attentive to me, so we started dating."

"Can I understand it this way: he’s the partner your father picked out for you?" Zhang Zhe had pretty much guessed this was the plot.

The girl gave off the impression that she was the type to have her marriage arranged by her family.

"Yes, my dad thought he was suitable for me."

"And what about you?" Zhang Zhe pressed. "What do you think of him as a person? Did you feel even a little bit of a spark?"

"There was, definitely. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have dated him for so long. But after my father passed away, the attitude of his parents has started to scare me. I’m afraid all the kindness he showed me before was just an act."