Chapter 132: Part of the Play

Chapter 132: Chapter 132: Part of the Play

Zhang Zhe glanced at the live comments. He was tempted to ask the woman to turn on her camera.

He wanted to test his own judgment, too.

See if he could "judge a woman by her face."

Still, he was probably no match for professional real estate agents. Those top-tier brokers had seen countless women from shady backgrounds. They’ve probably even met the "charitable goddesses" who sell their photos on foreign websites.

But Zhang Zhe figured he was better than most Matchmakers.

Because he had the System:

[High-Value Intelligence]

[The Host’s current blind date target, Song Yuehan, is extremely self-centered and emotionally unstable. She has ended multiple serious relationships over trivial matters, changes boyfriends frequently, and leads a chaotic private life;

She has been unemployed for over half a year and is currently living off her parents, hoping to find a partner to support her as soon as possible;

For the sake of a quality marriage, it is recommended that the Host choose a partner who is emotionally stable, self-sufficient, and leads a respectable life.]

The woman’s situation was more or less what Zhang Zhe had analyzed.

Her experiences at the matchmaking agency also proved that Zhang Zhe’s advice was on point. The music shop owner and the real estate agent were both normal people.

"I have to say a word for that real estate agent. His request wasn’t so outrageous as to be insulting. People are more cautious these days; it’s perfectly normal to get a medical check-up together before marriage."

"That includes you, too. You could ask the guy to get tested for HPV or other infectious diseases. These are all very normal requests."

"Getting tested for infectious diseases is fine," the woman retorted quickly. "But checking for abortions is going too far."

"It makes me sound so low-class. My upbringing and education would never allow me to do something like that, okay?"

"The moment he said that, I just felt like he and I weren’t from the same social class."

[Damn right, his class is way higher than yours. You’re just a little delinquent.]

[The guy makes 500,000 a year, it’s understandable he wants to find someone ’clean’.]

[Sis, I get you. Some guys only have one thing on their minds.]

[What kind of upbringing did you have? You found a guy a whole cycle older than you and moved in after a few days? Is that what you call a ’good upbringing’?]

Zhang Zhe saw some people in the comments were getting worked up. ’These guys take things too seriously,’ he thought.

It’s perfectly normal for a woman’s words to be self-contradictory.

Haven’t you seen enough women who claim to be well-brought-up and independent, while knowingly being the other woman and asking men for money?

They don’t need logic when they talk. They just need to say whatever is most advantageous to them in that specific moment and context.

That’s how the concept of "Schrödinger’s Chu Girl" came to be.

Zhang Zhe couldn’t care less whether this woman had a good upbringing or not. He was curious about something else. "Miss, what social class are you, exactly?"

"Your entire family’s assets? That guy making 500,000 a year could earn that in a single year if he’s lucky. How can you still look down on him?"

"I know he’s rich, but being rich doesn’t mean everything, does it?"

"Around here, what do you think determines the ’social class’ you’re talking about? You don’t think it’s education, do you?" Zhang Zhe smiled. This woman could say anything else and it would be fine, but bringing up social class out of nowhere was just a sign of a weak mind.

"So, I was trying to marry a rich man, and I’m the one getting picked over?"

"That’s right. It’s not just about the number of abortions. Some rich men even demand that you be a Chu Girl. In the matchmaking market, that’s considered a normal request."

"The main thing is whether you have the qualifications."

"Huh? They can demand a Chu Girl? Then can I demand a Chu Nan?"

"Of course you can. And they’re especially easy to find." Zhang Zhe deliberately controlled his expression, holding back a laugh.

[Hahaha, streamer, you’re so wicked!]

[To put it bluntly, you’d have to demand a guy who’s never even jerked off.]

[To preserve your spiritual purity, I suggest you find a eunuch.]

[The matchmaking market is all about ’rarity equals value.’ The reason women don’t demand a Chu Nan is simply because they aren’t rare at all.]

"Alright, I get it now."

"Teacher, I want to ask, if I just fix my temper, will it be easy for me to find a partner?"

"Keep dreaming," Zhang Zhe said, shaking his head.

"Why? I’ve asked other Matchmakers, and they all said I just need to improve my temper. They said with my looks, if I were just a little gentler, it’d be very easy to find someone."

"That’s because they want to make money off you."

"I’m not trying to make money off you, so I’ll tell you the truth: a person’s temper is almost set in stone. Unless you experience a life-altering event, like a major illness or meeting a life-changing benefactor, what you call ’changing’ is just putting on an act."

"So I’m a lost cause?"

"Correct. You’re pretty, so it’s easy for you to get into relationships. But you have a bad temper, so you’re destined to fail at maintaining them long-term."

Zhang Zhe had always been certain that there were two types of people in this world who just can’t get married:

The first type are those who live in areas with a skewed gender ratio and whose personal conditions (including looks and financial status) rank them at the bottom among their own gender.

For example, older bachelors in rural areas.

All the village girls have gone to work in the big cities, so naturally, the ones left in the village with no money can’t get married.

The other type are people with terrible tempers who are also unwilling to compromise.

With someone like this woman, maintaining a long-term relationship would be absolute torture. A 42-year-old sucker miraculously fell from the heavens for her, and yet she looked down on him for being too old.

In the future, with the proportion of only children getting higher and higher, everyone is raised in the palm of their parents’ hands. No one is going to spoil anyone else. People with bad tempers like her will find it even harder to get married.

[Streamer, ask her if she dares to argue with her boss at work.]

[She just shouldn’t get married. There’s no need.]

[Sis, we shouldn’t even be considering marriage in the first place. Men are all trash.]

[Find a rich old man to support you. The moment you think about losing your temper and losing the money, you’ll be able to hold it in.]

"I see a comment saying I should find an old man to support me. Is that a viable strategy?"

"Which comment said that?" Zhang Zhe asked, his eyes wide. "Find that person and drag them out."

"What is this, elder abuse?"

"With your temper, you’ll just scare the old man away. Then you’ll not only fail to get a single cent, you’ll also end up in jail."

"Ah, well, in that case, never mind." The woman immediately dropped the idea.

"You should just focus on earning your own money and living your own life. Or, you know, you could try another matchmaking agency."

Telling her to try another matchmaking agency was really just Zhang Zhe’s disclaimer.

Only after the woman left the call did he speak his mind:

"To be honest, I really want to ask her for that 42-year-old guy’s contact info. I feel like he could be sent to East Japan to become a Ninja."

"You rarely see a simp who actually succeeds these days."

"That guy is a different breed."

"Right, that comment was spot on. Once you’ve met a woman like this, you understand. For a pretty woman who’s already 30, her age is the least of her problems. At least she’s relatively honest; some of them have had kids and won’t even tell you."

"But bros, we have to look forward. There are still normal women out there."

"Can we get a normal woman in the stream?"

"Alright, someone’s joining the call."

Before connecting, Zhang Zhe took a look at the person’s Xiaohongshu account info. His face instantly darkened.

"Sis, the first post on your Xiaohongshu is a picture of you and your boyfriend. Let’s be real, do you really have to be looking for a better horse while still riding your donkey?"

Zhang Zhe directly rejected the woman’s request to join the call.

But 10 seconds later, the person directly purchased Zhang Zhe’s consultation link—two of them, in fact. Now he had no choice but to let her on.

"Teacher, I came on to explain. I saw on your TikTok that you can help analyze situations for both men and women, right?"

"Yes, I can."

"That’s my situation. My boyfriend is right here next to me."

"Hello, Teacher." A man’s voice did indeed come from the other end of the call.

Zhang Zhe’s premium consultation service was originally tailor-made for rich clients.

A couple was actually coming to him?

"Well, I’ll be. Are you two really here for a consultation? I’m not just part of your couple’s roleplay, am I?"