Chapter 221 - 219: The Boys, All Mics On

Chapter 221: Chapter 219: The Boys, All Mics On

As a professional Matchmaker, Zhang Zhe could already predict the situation of the person calling in, and even anticipate their questions.

For someone like this, who wanted to find a new partner immediately after a divorce, all you usually had to do was ask for the reason for the divorce to get a good sense of what kind of person she was.

But Zhang Zhe never would have guessed.

That the first thing the woman who called in would say was:

"Brother Zhang, I want to ask a question. Why is it that before I got divorced, so many people were chasing after me?"

"But once I actually got divorced, not a single one of them is pursuing me anymore?"

The question made Zhang Zhe subconsciously want to write on his whiteboard: Free.

But on second thought, "No Responsibility" was more accurate.

Or perhaps he should write about the legacy of Chancellor Cao?

With so many possibilities, Zhang Zhe found it difficult to jump to a conclusion.

"Sis, hold on, don’t get ahead of yourself. First, tell us about your situation."

"Why do I get the feeling green hats are flying all over the place on your end?"

[Hahaha, her ex-husband got the short end of the stick.]

[The moment this woman opened her mouth, I could tell she’s not very bright.]

[I clicked on her profile and took a look. All I can say is, Chancellor Cao was right.]

[To be honest, I also like women with good figures who are easy to get with, but if it’s about actually marrying one, then forget it.]

"No, I didn’t cheat before my divorce. Brother Zhang, you shouldn’t assume the worst of people."

"What I’m trying to say is, before my divorce, several self-made rich men were pursuing me. The kind where, even after I clearly told them I was married, they still said it didn’t matter and that they could wait for me."

"Doesn’t that prove I’m charming?"

"But when I actually got divorced, all those men disappeared. I don’t get it."

"If you don’t get it, why don’t you ask them?" Zhang Zhe remained skeptical of the woman’s story. "Just go ask whoever said they’d wait for you."

"I blocked them all! I’m really not that kind of promiscuous woman."

"Okay, assuming what you’re saying is true, then it can only mean one thing..."

Zhang Zhe mulled it over, trying to find a more tactful way to put it:

"While you were married, you gave other men the impression that you were easy to get with and that they wouldn’t have to take any responsibility."

"Impossible, I’m not that kind of person," the woman said adamantly.

If her Xiaohongshu homepage wasn’t filled with photos of her in hip-hugging skirts, Zhang Zhe might have actually believed her.

Looking at those photos, even a neutral, good-natured girl like Xia Yi couldn’t help but say, "The pictures on her account are all thirst traps. It doesn’t seem like she’s a very respectable person."

"Host, I can show you screenshots of my WeChat. A lot of people approached me, but I rejected all of them."

[Wow, WeChat screenshots? Then I guess we have to believe her.]

[Sis, can you please delete the photos of you at the bar before saying something like that?]

[If you’re so innocent, why did you get a divorce?]

"Alright, I believe you." Zhang Zhe smiled. "So why did you get divorced?"

"Because I thought I could find someone better," the woman said, as if it were perfectly justified. "My ex-husband only made 8,000 a month, and we had to live squeezed into the same house with his parents."

"In that situation, he still wanted to have a child. If we had a baby, there would be nowhere for it to live."

"So I firmly refused. I told him, if we’re having a child, we need to buy a separate house."

"His parents thought I was being unreasonable and told him to divorce me."

"I see. So now you’re divorced and ready for a fresh start, only to find that all those men who were better than your ex-husband are no longer interested in you."

"You’re a bit confused by that, right?"

"Yes, that’s exactly it."

"This question is pretty simple, so I won’t answer it. We have a ’big brother’ here who just paid for a 9.9 yuan consultation. He says he wants to come on and share his opinion."

"I think that’s a great idea." Zhang Zhe gave a sly laugh.

He hadn’t expected the audience to have such a strong desire to express themselves. But paying 10 yuan to come on and vent a little... when you thought about it, it really wasn’t expensive.

"Sis, what about you? Do you want to hear what other men think?"

"Sure, but no personal attacks."

"Don’t worry." Zhang Zhe made an OK sign with his hand. "I’ll moderate. If he starts flaming you, I’ll kick him out in a second."

[Whoa, you can do that?]

[Looks like I have no choice but to spend that 10 yuan now.]

[Brother Zhang, this is a great segment! I love watching two people battle it out.]

[Wait, are they going to start a fight and get the stream banned?]

"The bro who just placed the order, are you there?"

Zhang Zhe was about to check the backend to see the name of the bro who had just paid.

But when he clicked, he was shocked. In just that short time, a dozen more people had paid.

Without exception, they all wanted to get on the mic.

The audience had been in the Matchmaking Live Stream Room for a while, and they all had things they wanted to say. It looked like some people were so desperate they couldn’t hold it in anymore, even paying for two slots to try and cut in line.

"Brothers, don’t rush! We’ll go one by one. For those who don’t get a turn, I’ll give you a refund."

Zhang Zhe had no problem letting audience members get on the mic, but he was afraid the woman who called in wouldn’t be able to handle it.

So, he definitely wouldn’t let everyone have a chance to speak.

"Alright, first big brother."

"You can speak now."

"Good evening, Brother Zhang, and the female assistant, and our female guest. Hello, everyone." The man who called in had a very magnetic and polite voice.

"I think I can answer this question."

"Actually, what we men think is very simple: if someone else doesn’t want her, then I don’t want her either."

[Yes, yes, that’s exactly it.]

[Actually, it’s because she’s divorced and has become an independent woman, so other men feel they’re not worthy of her.]

[No one’s a fool. If you can betray your ex-husband today, you can betray your current husband tomorrow. Who would dare marry you?]

[It’s fun to play with someone else’s dog for a bit, but bringing a stray dog home is just asking for trouble.]

[This kind of woman is no-strings, low-cost, easy to get with, and most, most, most importantly, easy to get rid of!]

"But I was the one who initiated the divorce with my ex-husband! It wasn’t him who didn’t want me, it was me who didn’t want him."

The woman wanted to argue this point clearly:

"And there’s a problem with your statement. By your logic, does that mean divorced women can never remarry?"

"A divorced man was also unwanted by his ex-wife, so does that mean other women won’t be interested in him either?"

"Uhh..." The man on the line was momentarily at a loss for words. He clearly hadn’t expected this question and didn’t know how to answer.

To write off all divorced men and women with one broad stroke was a bit too extreme and wouldn’t sound very convincing.

"Hold on, let me call for backup."

"Brothers in the stream, how do I counter her on this? Help me think of something."

"You’re calling for that much backup?" Zhang Zhe couldn’t help but laugh. He hadn’t expected the "backup" the man was talking about to be all the other men in the live stream chat.

"No other choice. We have to crowdsource this." The man chuckled. "Let’s see what the chat comes up with first. If that really doesn’t work, we’ll have to ask you to step in, Brother Zhang."