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Chapter 311 Do you regret it?
This Mr. Yu really has a bit of a biodiversity mentality; if Zhang Zhe hadn't stopped him, he would have called his mother.

Even when stopped, he still wouldn't give up:

"Brother Zhang, can I bring my mom to your matchmaking agency for a consultation?"

"It's no use. I don't have the kind of girl you or your mother are looking for."

"In fact, among all the information I have, there isn't a single one that matches your criteria."

Zhang Zhe pointed to the thick stack of documents in front of him. These were some of the member information and success stories of Xi Xiang Feng Marriage Agency, which were printed with the help of Teacher Wang.

No couple ever reached an agreement when all the hard conditions were exactly the same.

"That can't be right. You have so much information here, how could there not be a single person with similar qualifications to mine?"

The male teacher smiled, not believing Zhang Zhe's words at all.

Zhang Zhe, of course, was too lazy to explain to him and directly advised him:

“There are only a few well-known matchmaking agencies in our city. You can bring your proof of assets and your family to visit each one and pay to inquire.”

"If you have the same conditions as others, go and ask them if they can accept the conditions you mentioned, such as housework and having children."

"I've thought about it carefully. If the woman has any physical shortcomings, you still have a chance."

"Huh? Go to a matchmaking agency? Won't they scam me out of my money?"

"..." Zhang Zhe now suspects that this guy has a bit of paranoia. He's afraid that the woman will take advantage of him when he's looking for a partner, but he's also afraid that he'll be scammed by a matchmaking agency.

Being cautious is fine, but we shouldn't throw the baby out with the bathwater.

"you go first."

“If you go there and really feel like you’ve been scammed by a matchmaking agency, call the police and then come to me. I’ll expose them for you.”

"Okay, thanks, Brother Zhang." Hearing Zhang Zhe's words, the man finally became a little tempted.

It's hard to imagine that this is a 35-year-old single man.

It might really be as Xia Yi guessed: "He must have listened to his mother since he was a child, and when he wanted to date, he would only date someone with similar conditions to him."

"I never found anyone, so I never dated anyone."

"This is really outrageous. Didn't their family members ever consider that there might be something wrong with this?"

"I guess he thought about it, and thought about it for a long time, before finally deciding to find someone they considered a good match, so as not to be deceived," Zhang Zhe analyzed logically.

When a normal person is looking for a partner, they certainly wouldn't be so meticulous about things like a house and a car.

The male teacher's family clearly considered the matter carefully and ultimately concluded that only girls with cars and houses would not scheme against them.

This is actually a fairly modern view of marriage, and there's nothing wrong with it.

However, they insisted on adding the traditional roles of women in housework and childbirth, making it a bizarre and incongruous situation.

If it were simply a matter of financial constraints, this teacher wouldn't be single to this age.

His looks and profession would actually be appealing to spoiled, pampered only daughters from well-off families who lack real skills.

Zhang Zhe smiled and said to Xia Yi, "If we come to the event again next year, we might see him bring his mother along."

……

After receiving that male teacher, it seems that a school organized a group of single teachers to come together, and suddenly a lot of people arrived at the entrance of the event.

A conservative estimate is that there are around 100 people.

There were 22 matchmaker booths on site. The three booths next to the main stage that organized matchmaking attracted nearly half of the teachers, and queues formed in front of each of the remaining booths.

Zhang Zhe's side was no exception; three female teachers were waiting for consultation.

The three of them should know each other. They sat side by side and, after a brief discussion, unanimously decided that the female teacher in the middle should ask first.

"Which school are you from?" Zhang Zhe asked, noticing they hadn't brought any materials and wanting to know what kind of school they were from, given their unprofessional attitude.

"We are from Qingdao Vocational and Technical College."

"Oh, I see." Zhang Zhe nodded. It turned out to be one of the three junior colleges in Qing City.

In high school, classmates often said, "If you don't study hard for the college entrance exam, you'll be a brother in Qingdao Vocational School." Zhang Zhe actually had a good impression of the school. Before he even had an ID card, the computer lab at Qingdao Vocational School was the safest "internet cafe." It cost two yuan an hour, and the computers were the latest models available at the time, even better than the internet cafes in Qingdao.

However, I later heard that it was a side job that the old man who managed the computer room had taken on. The old man was taken away, and the Qingzhi Internet Cafe was closed down.

"Were all of you teachers from Qingdao Vocational College who just came here?"

"correct."

"So many single people?" Zhang Zhe asked curiously. "Didn't you guys have an internal matchmaking event? I saw quite a few male teachers among those who came together."

Upon hearing Zhang Zhe's words, the three female teachers simultaneously revealed mysterious smiles.

The man in the middle laughed and said, "Matchmaker, don't you know the saying, 'Male teachers are the lower limit for female teachers, and female teachers are the upper limit for male teachers'?"

Zhang Zhe smiled and shook his head: "Never heard of it. You didn't come up with this yourself, did you?"

"Alright, let's get down to business. You can ask your question first, right?"

"Yes." The female teacher sitting in the middle nodded. "Shall I introduce myself?"

"No need, just answer my questions."

Zhang Zhe had just glanced at the three female teachers. The one in the middle had the worst figure, neither curvy nor voluptuous, and looked very ascetic, but her face was the most beautiful.

All I can say is that fate is fair.

"How old are you?"

"I was born in 92."

"Oh? You were born in '92? You look very young." Zhang Zhe was slightly surprised. "At your age, have you ever been married?"

"Yes, we've been married once."

"Then we might need to focus on this marriage. Do you mind?"

Zhang Zhe gestured to the two female teachers next to him, essentially asking them whether they should avoid discussing such private matters with their two colleagues.

The woman had good comprehension skills and understood what he meant. She answered frankly, "It's okay. I've told them everything. There are no secrets."

"Okay, let me ask a simple question: how long did you know your ex-husband before you got married, and how long after that did you get divorced?"

"We've known each other for about a year, and been married for about half a year."

What are the groom's conditions like?

"They're quite wealthy, much wealthier than my family."

"What about their looks and temperament?"

"Everything's fine." The female teacher said, then smiled inexplicably.

"So what was the reason for the divorce? Was it because of incompatibility?"

He cheated on me.

"Oh, I see." Zhang Zhe nodded. "Do you have children?"

"No."

How long has it been since the divorce?

"About five years."

"So... have you ever regretted it? Tell me the truth." Zhang Zhe asked, staring at the other person's face.

"Hmm?" The two female teachers next to him raised their voices of doubt, clearly questioning whether Zhang Zhe had asked the wrong question.

Why ask the woman if she regrets her actions after the man cheated on her?

But when the person involved heard Zhang Zhe's question, their expression only showed a slight struggle before they smiled awkwardly, pursed their lips, and said, "Um, actually, I'm starting to regret it now."

"If we had just tolerated it then, it would have passed, or if we had waited until he committed the same offense again, we could have gotten a bigger share of the money."

(End of this chapter)