In my previous life, I was an unscrupulous female boss in the powerful business world. After being plotted by a scumbag to "eviscerate" me, I sent him and my mistress's family to hell. The great revenge was avenged. I sat in a pool of blood and searched the detention center menu: boiled cabbage with steamed buns.
"The food was so bad that even the dogs wouldn't eat it." I didn't want to go to jail and suffer the injustice, so I committed suicide neatly.
When I opened my eyes again, I traveled back to the 1980s and became a poor and wicked little matchmaker. Isn't it just a marriage agency? As long as the commission is in place, my business will be invincible by relying on the most popular modern "legal fraud" tactics:
Does the man have a bad prostate and frequent urination and urgency?
I said to the woman: "She is a real 'night-getter', and she gets up every night to inspect the work!"
The woman's body odor is so severe that it can stun a cow?
I said to the man: "She is beautiful and fresh, and she has a 'smell' that no one else has!"
Is the man a beekeeper in the mountains?
I lowered my voice: "A big-time businessman with more than 10,000 employees, including food and accommodation for no salary!"
Is the woman wanted for serial murder?
I decided to have the blind date at the police station, and a plainclothes policeman sat across from me: "Don't worry, there are many people chasing her. They all have uniforms and drive buses!"
In the end, the wanted criminal was caught. I earned the red envelope from the matchmaker in my left hand, the police bounty in my right hand, and received kickbacks from both ends.
In this simple era, I regarded marriage as a high-risk merger and acquisition, and harvested it like crazy. Looking at the long queue of single men and women, I cracked melon seeds and smiled like a Bodhisattva: "Don't be afraid, after you enter my door, there will be no one that I can't win over with my charming mouth!"
