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Chapter 306 Deserves Better

Miss Xia is Zhang Zhe's personal assistant for this event.

Zhang Zhe hadn't originally planned to bring her, because these kinds of blind date events require staying in one place for a whole day, which is actually quite tiring.

But Xia Yi had a compelling reason to come: her mother had persuaded her to come and help Zhang Zhe.

Even if the sky were to fall, Zhang Zhe and his wife would have to agree to this request, otherwise Xia's mother would think that the two of them had a falling out.

But Xia Yi never expected that Teacher Wang would actually "scheme" against her.

"If Sister Wang is under so much pressure, why does she still want to be a matchmaker?" Xia Yi asked, puzzled.

"Look at what you're saying. She's poured all her energy into this industry all these years. Changing careers in middle age is almost like being reborn."

After answering, Zhang Zhe felt that he was boasting, so he added an explanation:

"Of course, I'm an exception."

"My luck is at the level of a 'goddess'; Teacher Wang definitely wouldn't dare to gamble on such a low-probability event."

"She didn't actually have to come to these kinds of events." Xia Yi had a good impression of Teacher Wang and looked at her with some concern.

Zhang Zhe wasn't so worried: "Don't worry, Sister Wang has a good sense of justice. She won't let herself get seriously injured."

"really?"

"No, no."

"Zhang Zhe, look! Teacher Wang seems to have a problem."

"Really? How can it be that fast..." Zhang Zhe turned his head in disbelief.

His booth wasn't even fully set up yet; the event brochures had just been put up, and the teachers and their families participating in the event had only just entered.

Teacher Wang, you've done it so quickly...

"Holy crap, it really collapsed!"

Under the watchful eyes of Zhang Zhe and Xia Yi, Teacher Wang suddenly fell straight down to the ground from the stool.

Zhang Zhe quickly got up and ran over to help...

……

A quarter of an hour later.

Zhang Zhe and Xia Yi returned to their stall, panting. As soon as they sat down, they saw volunteers in red vests carrying Teacher Wang's stall over.

It seems that Teacher Wang had made arrangements for her "afterlife" in advance.

"Zhang Zhe, this..."

Xia Yi pointed to the table, her expression complicated:

"Were you telling the truth just now?"

"Was she really secretly smiling when you helped her across?"

"Why would I lie to you?" Zhang Zhe smiled helplessly. "She even told me to keep going when she left."

"Why?" Xia Yi asked, confused.

“She is essentially avoiding confrontation.” Zhang Zhe explained calmly, “Actually, some people who seek counseling are not in such a scary situation, but because they have a shadow of trauma, they will pretend to be sick to avoid it.”

"Oh~" Xia Yi nodded knowingly, thinking that Zhang Zhe was probably right.

But actually, Zhang Zhe was only half right this time.

Teacher Wang was indeed faking illness, but not to avoid confrontation; someone had asked her to do so.

This was an idea that Xia Yi's parents came up with.

Having been through it all, they know that the best way to quickly determine whether two young people are suitable to be together is to let them experience things together.

Moreover, the more relevant the experiences are to one's values, the better the effect.

After thinking about it for a long time, the elderly couple felt that letting Xia Yi get deeply involved in Zhang Zhe's matchmaking business was a good idea.

If Xia Yi still approves of Zhang Zhe after their "cooperation," then the deal will most likely succeed.

If major disagreements arise during the collaboration, the relationship between the two needs to be reconsidered.

...Zhang Zhe and Xia Yi certainly wouldn't have thought that far ahead. Who would have thought that two people in their fifties would be setting up a trap for them?

They are now on high alert, ready to receive the female client who has just sat down.

The reason for such a serious tone is that before Teacher Wang left, this female teacher was sitting opposite her.

Although Teacher Wang might be acting, she's probably afraid of giving others cause for criticism, so she'll definitely choose an oddball client for consultation.

This person in front of me is probably not simple.

"Hello, matchmakers. Here is my information. Please take a look."

The female teacher, whose face was slightly chubby, handed her information card to Xia Yi.

Zhang Zhe quickly came over to take a look.

This is a post-00s art teacher with a permanent position, 163cm tall and weighing 88kg...

You can tell she's a Gen Z just by looking at her; her skin condition and her style of dress clearly indicate she's young.

To be honest, Zhang Zhe was surprised that this girl weighed less than 90 pounds. Upon closer inspection, she was very slender with prominent collarbones. She probably just had a big face.

Overall, it looks a bit underdeveloped.

Her family lives in a small county under Qingshi City. She has an older sister and a younger brother, and they do not own any fixed assets.

Zhang Zhe guessed that she probably came from a rural family that favored sons over daughters. He had met too many girls like that, so it wasn't anything new.

"Hello, Teacher Shi." Zhang Zhe smiled politely. "I've looked at your qualifications, and they're not bad."

"Could you tell me what kind of person you're looking for?"

"Just not bad?" The girl wasn't satisfied with Zhang Zhe's evaluation: "Matchmaker, you only looked at the information, you didn't see me in person, did you?"

"I think I'm quite competitive among female teachers."

"Oh, I see." Zhang Zhe nodded, turned his head dramatically to look at Xia Yi beside him, then turned back to look at Ms. Shi's face and asked, "I'm a little curious, how do you define competitiveness?"

"Do you include the area of ​​the face?"

"Ahem." Xia Yi coughed, covering her mouth.

This was something they had agreed upon beforehand: if Miss Xia felt that Zhang Zhe's words were too aggressive, she should remind him.

Although Zhang Zhe's actions just now made Xia Yi feel very happy.

"What do you mean?" The woman glanced at the sign in front of Zhang Zhe, pointed at Xia Yi, and said, "Matchmaker Zhang, right? Do you think I'm not as good as this...Matchmaker Wang, not as good as her?"

"No, no, no, you are still better than Wang the Matchmaker."

“But you are indeed not as good as her. She is my assistant. Wang the matchmaker is the one who collapsed in front of you just now. She is in the hospital now. You may have forgotten.”

"Oh, okay." Ms. Shi nodded blankly; Zhang Zhe's words had already confused her a bit.

She emphasized, "Anyway, I'm very competitive locally, and many rich second-generation men are pursuing me."

"Really? For example?" Zhang Zhe gestured for him to speak. "I know almost all the rich second-generation kids in Qing City. Just name one."

Ms. Shi fell silent. She didn't believe Zhang Zhe knew them all, but she didn't dare to gamble.

Finally, he shook his head and said, "I don't want to talk about such private matters."

"Sure, I was just asking you what your current criteria for choosing a partner are?"

"I now know that you look down on rich kids, right?"

“Yes.” The girl nodded: “I think I should look for first-generation entrepreneurs. The money of second-generation rich kids comes from their parents. They may look glamorous, but they don’t actually have much ability.”

"About how many years of income would a first-generation entrepreneur be able to catch your eye?" Zhang Zhe asked curiously.

"I think it should be at least a million a year."

Do you know how many people in Qing City earn a million yuan a year? And how many of them are unmarried?

"I don't know, but I don't care." The girl shook her head and said, "I never planned to find someone locally. I know pretty much all the local guys, and they're not really good enough."

"If I'm going to look for a job, I'll definitely go to a big city, like Beijing or Shanghai. I'm just hesitating about which city would be more advantageous for me."

(End of this chapter)