Chapter 238 - 236: Practicing One’s Own Theory

Chapter 238: Chapter 236: Practicing One’s Own Theory

[Hahaha, handsome guys who like staying at the Four Seasons Hotel are in for a treat.]

[Isn’t she basically the same as a guy on the prowl?]

[I’ll be honest, if she wasn’t good-looking, this would be straight-up harassment.]

[I get the feeling she’s the type to try and steal someone’s husband.]

[TL;DR: A waitress from the All Seasons Hotel is here to advertise.]

"I don’t play video games. I don’t understand what you’re talking about, streamer."

"What I said earlier was just an example. It doesn’t have to be a high-end hotel. Places like coffee shops and gyms work too."

"Anyway, I’ve been on so many blind dates, and I’ve never met a single guy who was as high-quality as the men you find in the places I mentioned."

"This method you’re talking about... have you tried it yourself?" Zhang Zhe asked, still suppressing a laugh.

The woman’s situation was pretty much out in the open:

She was likely over thirty and obese. Due to major shortcomings in her appearance or background, she had failed at matchmaking many times.

She saw many women around her, with similar prospects, who had married well. After comparing, she concluded it wasn’t that these women were so great themselves, but that they had found good men.

And so, she became obsessed.

She vowed to find a high-quality man.

’Can’t find one on the matchmaking scene? That’s a problem with the scene itself, not with me.’

’I’ll just go find one on the street!’

Of course, the fact that she stopped making unrealistic demands and disgusting people on the matchmaking scene was, to her credit, a good thing.

But the poor guys she hit on probably had a rough time of it.

The woman said she didn’t just look at appearances; she also investigated their inner character. In other words, any handsome guy who added her on WeChat would still be subjected to her investigation.

Imagine a chubby girl coming up to ask for your WeChat, only to say after a few messages, "So you have no substance. You’re not a high-quality man." The guy she hit on would probably just laugh in exasperation.

"So, how many high-quality guys have you found?"

"I haven’t been looking that seriously, but I’d say a dozen or so, conservatively," the woman said, a little smug. "They’re all guys who are great both inside and out."

"You couldn’t find people like that on the matchmaking scene if you searched with a fine-toothed comb."

"Hmm, they are hard to find. If they get hit on just for staying at a hotel, it seems they wouldn’t need to go on blind dates," Zhang Zhe said, playing along. "So, has none of them accepted you?"

"If one of them had accepted you and you were happily married, you probably wouldn’t have time to come on here and argue with me, a Matchmaker. You’d be off living your own happy life."

[Brother Zhang, you really hit her where it hurts.]

[The handsome guy has a point: "I only added her because I thought she worked at the hotel."]

[This girl is a real piece of work. She seems like the type to wear a wedding dress to a concert.]

[We really need to protect handsome men’s safety. A strange woman asks for your WeChat in a hotel lobby, and then she might even start stalking your Moments.]

"Not yet, no."

"But through my interactions with them, I’m slowly reflecting and trying to find my own shortcomings."

"That way, I can gradually improve myself. Once I’m just as high-quality, finding a high-quality man shouldn’t be hard."

"Right?"

"Oh? That could work." This time, Zhang Zhe nodded in genuine agreement.

Although the woman’s behavior was bizarre, her line of thinking at the end was actually sound.

It was a bit like Lv Ziqiao frantically dating girls to "level up," slowly transforming from an average person into a master player.

"But that method probably only works for you."

"Many of the women I work with who need matchmaking either lack the courage to go ask for a guy’s WeChat in a hotel lobby, or they have no desire for self-improvement. With every passing year, they just get a year older, nothing more."

"By the way, how old are you now?" Zhang Zhe asked suddenly, his curiosity piqued.

’To judge a woman, you have to look at what she does, not just what she says.’

"I’m 35."

"Right." Zhang Zhe nodded, his expression serious. ’Can’t laugh, or the internet will come for me.’ "Have you spread this method of yours online before?"

"Yes, I often advise many women who are trying to find a match."

"They all really agree with me."

"Okay, your idea does have some merit. But I think you need to prove it works for you first before you start promoting it."

"That makes sense, doesn’t it?"

"..." The woman didn’t answer Zhang Zhe directly. Instead, she changed the subject. "Anyway, I don’t think all that ’marriage positioning’ stuff is useful."

Zhang Zhe just smiled, glanced at the bullet comments, and decided he couldn’t be bothered to argue with her anymore.

[Her rate of self-improvement can’t offset the disadvantages of her getting older.]

[To put it bluntly, she was rejected by the matchmaking market. She doesn’t want to admit it, so she’s come to vent at the Matchmaker.]

[She’s already 35. How old will she be by the time she becomes ’high-quality’?]

[By the time she’s done ’improving,’ she’ll be competing in the senior citizen dating pool.]

Zhang Zhe was willing to engage with her largely because she was a paying customer, and secondarily, to prevent any newcomers in the stream from being led astray.

But a quick look at the bullet comments showed that everyone already had her figured out.

The audience’s character analysis was more or less the same as the one Zhang Zhe had made earlier.

After the woman left the call, Zhang Zhe explained to his audience why he hadn’t argued with her further:

"Her theory, aside from the bizarre way she hits on people, isn’t wrong in principle."

"If you don’t want to settle and you’re not willing to marry an ordinary person, then you should improve yourself and find someone better."

"Nothing wrong with that."

"It’s just that at her age... I’d say her chances are slim."

"But hey, everyone with a dream is amazing in their own right. What if she really does marry a millionaire from Dubai? So, let her do her thing."

Although the previous woman had shown some hostility towards the Matchmaker—or rather, towards Zhang Zhe himself—she wasn’t his target audience anyway. No one believed what she was saying, so it didn’t matter.

Perhaps that woman’s call struck a chord with some people.

The next guy to call in had spent 99 yuan on the best service package in Zhang Zhe’s stream. The first thing he said was:

"Brother Zhang, I also want to find a higher-quality woman, but I’ve run into a problem."

"I can’t seem to improve myself."

"Be more specific," Zhang Zhe said, gesturing for him to continue. "In what way can’t you improve? If it’s a physiological issue, you can go see a urologist."

"No, no, that’s not it."

"Let me put it this way..." The man paused for a moment. "I’m 35, and my own situation is pretty average. All the women I’m set up with now are what people call ’older leftover women.’"

"When I’m chatting with them, I get to a point where I just don’t know how to respond anymore."

"It’s like... I know they’re wrong, but I can’t refute their arguments."

"It’s a really strange feeling..."

[What is he even rambling about? If you get it, Venmo me 50.]

[Dude, your communication skills are seriously worrying.]

[Maybe you should just stick to the normal matchmaking script.]

The man on the call also saw the scathing reviews in the bullet comments and started to get flustered.

"Brother Zhang, how about I show you my WeChat chat logs?"

"You’ll get it once you see them. I’m not explaining it clearly."

"Sure," Zhang Zhe nodded. He asked the man to take screenshots and send them in a private message. After getting the man’s permission, he shared them on the screen.

The contact name for the first chat log he sent was noted as: "Female Teacher, 33".

It was a setup from one of his relatives.

In the chat log:

The man started with a simple greeting. The woman didn’t even say "hello" back, just asked directly:

[Shouldn’t you introduce yourself?]

The man honestly laid out his situation:

Born in 1990, regular office worker, annual income of 100,000, family owns two properties...

The woman replied with a single sentence:

[Your situation is just too poor. There’s no need for us to talk anymore.]

And that was it.

"This woman," the man said, exasperated. "Her family’s financial situation is worse than mine, but she looked down on me right from the start."

"Then she turned around and told my relative that I had a bad attitude."

"It made me so mad. For a second, I really wanted to go over to her place and slap her."