[Taking spoiled princesses to task] + [Crushing spineless men] + [Rescuing men who’ve lost their way]
Zheng Qi inherited his family’s matchmaking agency, but given how badly the marriage market had shrunk, he was pessimistic about its prospects.
His clients’ demands were downright outrageous, and being an upright man, he just couldn’t stop himself from talking back.
But everything changed after he put up the handicraft his second uncle had brought him.
“I want a bride price of 388,000 yuan. Do you have anyone suitable?”
“Sure, sure.”
“I’m looking for an A8 or A9. Anyone suitable?”
“Sure, sure.”
“I want my name added to the deed of a house in Shanghai. Anyone suitable?”
“Sure, sure.”
“You have someone for everything. How am I supposed to believe you?”
“I have plenty of connections. Lots of wealthy people in Southeast Asia like women from around here.”
Zheng Qi sat in his office chair. On the altar behind him, in front of a statue of Guan Yu, stood seven scantily clad figurines of women.
“Why is the Matchmaker statue here Guan Yu? And what are those seven figurines?”
“Just a personal hobby, a personal hobby.”
Many years later.
“Mr. Zheng, what do you think made your matchmaking agency so successful?”
“I owe it all to my second uncle.”
“Did he introduce you to a lot of clients?”
“No. He told me to worship the Demon King.”
