Jin Yuanyuan's Top-Tier Life

Chapter 81 Meeting Under the Osmanthus Tree in This Life and the Next

Spring breezes caress the earth, rapeseed flowers bloom, their golden hues brimming with vitality, truly bringing joy and stirring a restless desire for romance.

While scrolling through her WeChat Moments, Jin Yuanyuan noticed that many people were posting couple photos, matching outfits, and other items that looked like they belonged to a couple.

"Actually, it would be nice if we made some matching socks," Jin Yuanyuan said, turning to ask Cao Xiaoyu, who was dozing off. He had gone to Shanghai to have dinner with Jin Feiyan over the weekend, but ended up taking the early high-speed train back on Monday and looked very tired.

"Oh, okay." Cao Xiaoyu replied casually and was about to fall asleep again.

"What did you do?" Jin Yuanyuan squinted her eyes.

"I was just cleaning up your house! Your upstairs apartment was leaking, so the bathroom was dripping everywhere. You had to use an umbrella just to go to the toilet. I went upstairs and yelled at them, then called a few workers who were hammering, smashing, and applying waterproof coating. It took them two whole days. So, I had to clean it up, right? Ye Huanxi, me, and Jin Feiyan, especially Jin Feiyan, she's just... her OCD is too extreme. I never thought she had this problem before. I was on my knees, wiping every last bit of the grout from the tiles with a rag."

"Oh, you've all worked hard." Jin Yuanyuan smiled and handed him a cup of coffee. "It's instant, have a sip."

She plans to take out a mortgage on that house. She's already consulted with major banks, and they say that medium-sized enterprises like Jin Yaya have relevant support policies and can get substantial loans. So, cleaning the house thoroughly is definitely necessary.

"What did you just say? Couple socks?" Cao Xiaoyu forced a sip of coffee, looked up at her, and said, "I saw couple socks and gloves in those little shops that girls love to shop in Shanghai. They're not just simple matching colors or patterns, but the socks have two little hands on the ankles, and they're probably magnetic. When two people wearing these socks stand together, the two little hands on the socks will hold each other. It's so cute, perfect for girls like you."

"I'm not a little girl anymore; people are already calling me 'auntie.' Some of my classmates already have kids old enough to run errands," Jin Yuanyuan said, her hands still busy searching for the style of socks he mentioned on the computer. "The craftsmanship isn't complicated; the key is clever design. We could make some too, and sell them online, through live streams. How about we make a thousand pairs first?"

"You need to choose some nice designs, right? These days, young girls are quite picky." Cao Xiaoyu glanced at the socks on the computer and nodded. "Yes, these are it."

"Wearing socks like these with someone you like must be so wonderful," Jin Yuanyuan sighed softly. Cao Xiaoyu, with his sharp ears, immediately picked up on the implication. He quickly said to her, "Yuanyuan, why don't you go on a blind date? Didn't that old Li come by before? Ask him to find you a few potential husbands, and you can choose one."

"Forget it, look at Hu Liqiu... I don't want her." Jin Yuanyuan immediately shook her head and waved her hands in disagreement.

"Not everyone is like Hu Liqiu; there are good people too." Although Cao Xiaoyu didn't like the taste of instant coffee, she gritted her teeth and drank it all in one gulp. She stood up to make herself some green tea and muttered to herself, "This is still the best taste. I really can't stand your coffee."

"So, finding someone you click with isn't easy."

"I heard from Zhao Zhuoran that he wants to organize a matchmaking event. You know, he knows too many second-generation factory workers, many of whom are like you. They were busy studying, then working to earn money, and then they had to come back to take over their families' affairs. So, they couldn't take care of marriage at all. He's thinking of finding a day to get everyone together and hold an offline social event, so that everyone can meet. Even if they don't like each other, it would still be good to make some business."

"...He really does have some ideas." Jin Yuanyuan paused, then asked, "Which restaurant?"

"It should be the new Wangxi Pavilion, and the opening ceremony was also held there, killing two birds with one stone."

"The matchmaking event is free?" Jin Yuanyuan seemed to have grasped something.

"What do you think? Of course he has to pay. For someone like him, that fancy restaurant where you can't even sit down without spending a thousand dollars just to get a seat. It's just a meal, is it really that big of a deal? I'd be perfectly happy just eating a bowl of noodles at Jin Yaya."

"What they call style, we call eating," Jin Yuanyuan couldn't help but laugh.

Zhao Zhuoran's matchmaking activities stemmed from the fact that many of the people around him were of marriageable age but were busy with their careers. They also patronized his restaurant, often hosting high-end banquets. Over time, he earned a considerable amount of money through his friends' connections, especially at the end of last year when many companies held their annual meetings there, allowing him to make money non-stop.

So, he figured he couldn't always rely on them for meals and banquets; he needed to do something more interesting. He planned to have these "factory kids" write down their family backgrounds and then start matching them up offline.

Wangxi Pavilion has entered the final stage of interior decoration, and he went to take a look at the site. Jin Yuanbao also went over for a look, and they both felt that it was not suitable to open for business at this time, because the smell of the renovation had not yet dissipated, and the custom-made tables and chairs also smelled, and staying inside for a long time would give them a headache.

He sent a WeChat message to Jin Yuanyuan asking: "How large is the area under Jin Yaya's osmanthus tree?"

【Huh? I don't know.】 Jin Yuanyuan had just finished washing the dishes at Jin Yaya and was drying her hands, planning to watch some TV.

【I have a preliminary idea.】 Zhao Zhuoran also sent a thinking emoji.

[Say it.] Jin Yuanyuan was very straightforward.

"I'd like to rent Jin Yaya for a day. Name your price!" Zhao Zhuoran readily agreed, "How about I give you a day's worth of revenue, and then double it?"

Upon seeing this, Jin Yuanyuan stopped messaging him on WeChat and immediately called him, asking, "What exactly do you want?"

"I want to organize a matchmaking event, and then create a high-end intelligent matching dating app. I'll use ChatGPT's intelligent technology to let everyone fill in their information, and then directly match and push chat to meet... I've even thought of a name, it'll be called Coucou."

"You're eating hot pot!" Jin Yuanyuan laughed out loud. "Jin Yaya doesn't eat hot pot... Wait, could you make money from this? Do you have some grand little goal in mind?"

Zhao Zhuoran answered quite seriously, "I'm not cut out for grand, small goals. Look, I can't participate in our family's big businesses. But I'm very good at the catering industry and networking, precisely because I know a lot of people. People are the foundation of business; as long as you find the right niche, you can make money off them. I don't have any grand ideals or ambitions; I just feel happy and content every day. Look at those people with love in their hearts and eyes—their faces glow. So, let's organize a matchmaking event under Jin Yaya's osmanthus tree. I've even thought of the slogan: 'Meeting under the osmanthus tree, past and present lives.' How romantic!"

(End of this chapter)