Chapter 94: Putting Up With the Mother-in-Law

Chapter 94: Chapter 94: Putting Up With the Mother-in-Law

Years later, the owner of a fishing tackle shop in Qing City would often look at the matchmaking agency across the street and sigh to his son,

"Back in the day, your dad was just one matchmaker away from being a rich man."

Zhang Zhe was that matchmaker.

[Batman: Everyone, the person who just joined the group is a matchmaker from a matchmaking agency.]

[Batman: @Zhang Zhe, you can all just call him Brother Zhang.]

[Young Master Liu (Impotent): Fuck you, refund my money!]

[Batman: Lao Liu, you’ve got the wrong person. He’s from a different matchmaking agency.]

[Batman: I asked him to come and give everyone some matchmaking advice. He’s the matchmaker I told you all about before, the one who saved my life.]

[Hui Zi (Almost Married a Man): @Zhang Zhe, Brother Zhang, please save me too! I seriously can’t take this anymore.]

[Young Master Liu (Impotent): My bad, Brother Zhang. Got the wrong guy. I feel like I could use some saving too.]

[...]

Despite the minor mix-up, everyone quickly accepted his arrival because Old Bai had already told the group about Zhang Zhe’s "heroic deeds."

They all confirmed they would definitely attend the gathering the next evening.

The only exception was the guy who sold fishing tackle; he didn’t seem very interested in the gathering.

After Zhang Zhe showed up, no one paid him any attention.

After introducing himself to everyone in the group, Zhang Zhe also laid out his business services and pricing structure:

Free consultation to determine your positioning in the dating market.

For those who bring a potential date, the fee is the same as Old Bai’s: 8,800 yuan for one analysis session.

This price wasn’t cheap. In fact, for Qing City’s cost of living, it was a bit on the high side.

But Zhang Zhe piqued everyone’s interest with a single sentence:

"For any woman who has a matchmaking session with me, I can at least guarantee she has been female from birth."

"If you’re not satisfied with the final analysis, you don’t have to pay the 8,800. Just give me 100 yuan for my trouble."

[Since you’ve put it like that, Brother Zhang, what more can we say?]

[It’s not that we can’t afford 8,000, it’s just that we’ve been burned by other matchmakers before and are wary.]

[Even if you don’t trust Brother Zhang, how can you not trust Boss Bai? He’s the big shot who got scammed out of 3.47 million by a woman!]

[Say no more. I’m bringing my date tomorrow for a session.]

The ones who weren’t in a hurry to get married still had the energy to shoot the breeze in the group chat, but the men who were truly desperate had no time for idle chatter.

The moment Zhang Zhe announced his price, he received a friend request from someone in the group.

It was none other than [Hui Zi (Almost Married a Man)].

After a moment’s thought, Zhang Zhe changed the contact name to just "Hui Zi." There was no need to include the story of how he got here.

As soon as he accepted the friend request and said hello, Hui Zi transferred 8,800 yuan to him.

"Brother Zhang, take the consultation fee first. I’d like to reserve a spot in line."

"Can I be the first one for a consultation session tomorrow afternoon?"

"You have another marriage prospect already?" Zhang Zhe didn’t accept the money right away. He guessed this Hui Zi was the unlucky bastard Old Bai had mentioned—the one who discovered his fiancée was a man right before they registered their marriage.

Gender reassignment surgery these days was truly something else.

One of Zhang Zhe’s favorite automotive vloggers, Nana, was a case in point.

When a normal person encountered a situation like this during marriage, they would either fly into a fit of rage, possibly losing half their life in the process,

or be overjoyed.

Hui Zi was clearly the former. He couldn’t accept it, or he wouldn’t have changed his group nickname to that.

’How did he recover so quickly from such a huge blow?’

Zhang Zhe was a little worried about the guy’s mental state.

"I don’t have a prospect yet," Hui Zi replied. "Ever since Old Bai told me how incredible you are, Brother Zhang, I decided I have to have you check out anyone before I get married."

"I’m not asking for much, really. Just a woman who will genuinely be good to me is enough."

"And she absolutely has to be a woman."

"Okay." Zhang Zhe could tell the guy was still a bit traumatized. "The person coming for the session tomorrow, is it someone you’ve already picked out yourself?"

"No, I paid a matchmaker 5,000 to pick someone for me."

"I probably won’t have time to join the session tomorrow, so I’ll just have her contact you directly. You can analyze her for me, and if she seems like a good fit, I’ll meet her."

"Does the 5,000 yuan introduction fee get you one pick, or do they keep picking until you’re satisfied?" Zhang Zhe asked, curious.

He knew that most matchmaking agencies offered this kind of service, where they helped clients select prospects.

It was a service designed specifically for the rich and for suckers.

’I might get into that line of business myself someday,’ Zhang Zhe thought.

’But 5,000 seems a bit too low.’

"Just one, of course."

"My specific requirements are very strict. Most women can’t meet them."

"Alright, tell me your stats first, and I’ll take them down." Zhang Zhe pulled out a notebook. He was really starting to feel like a professional matchmaker now.

Soon, Hui Zi’s personal profile was compiled.

Born in ’91, an only son, 34 years old, never married.

Height 175 cm, weight 78 kg. A bit chubby with a small potbelly. He rated his own looks a 5 out of 10.

But he wasn’t relying on his face to find a partner.

He was relying mainly on his assets.

He had a standard bachelor’s degree in hotel management. His family owned a hotel chain; in fact, they owned the most famous local chain in Qing City.

Zhang Zhe had seen their properties before. They were relatively budget-friendly hotels, a little cheaper than a brand like Atour, and were now focused on the esports hotel business.

The family’s net worth was probably around 80 million yuan, which would make him an "A8.8."

He was currently helping manage the family business.

Hui Zi had a common flaw seen in the rich second-generation characters from TV dramas—his mother was extremely domineering, a "strong woman" type like Miss Dong.

Therefore, he was looking for a woman who was gentle, family-oriented, had high emotional intelligence, and could get along with his mother.

That last point was the most important.

Hui Zi’s family’s hotels had an annual revenue of 30 to 40 million yuan, all of it under his mother’s complete control. Being able to maintain a good relationship with such a powerhouse of a woman was the basic requirement for marrying into their wealthy family.

His past girlfriends had either been scared off by his mother or vetoed by her outright. When he finally found one she approved of, it turned out she had colluded with the matchmaking agency to tamper with the facts about her gender...

After Zhang Zhe finished writing down this information, his expression turned grim.

He really wanted to know how that "man-made person" from Thailand had managed to win over Hui Zi’s mother.

’Could it have been true love, making them willing to endure any grievance and swallow all their pride?’

Hui Zi was unwilling to say.

But that was the only explanation Zhang Zhe could think of.

Men generally do have a higher tolerance for pressure than women.

’If you can endure gender reassignment surgery, you can certainly endure a difficult mother-in-law.’

Then again, this guy Hui Zi was clearly a long-term cash cow for matchmaking agencies.

The moment you saw his requirements, you knew it would be difficult for him to get married.

He’d actually be better off letting his mom pick a wife for him directly, but she just didn’t have the time.

Zhang Zhe had already made up his mind. He had to get all the details straight tomorrow; there was no room for error.

If he performed well, this big spender would become a regular in his stream, and his name would frequently appear in Zhang Zhe’s WeChat transfer history.

A matchmaking streamer was still a streamer, and maintaining a good relationship with the big spenders was a basic skill.

Zhang Zhe wasn’t expecting the guy to shower him with gifts. He was more interested in the consultation fees... and perhaps the large red envelope he’d get when the wedding happened.