[Torture the little fairy] + [Kill the turtle man] + [Rescue the fallen male compatriots]
Zheng Qi inherited his family's dating agency, but he is pessimistic about the current severely shrinking marriage market.
The customer's requests were a little too outrageous, and he always couldn't help but respond in a righteous manner.
But all this changed after worshiping the handicrafts sent by the second uncle.
"My betrothal gift is 388,000 yuan, is there anything suitable?"
"Yes, yes."
"I'm looking for A8A9, is there any suitable one?"
"Yes, yes."
"I would like to add a name to the house in Magic City. Is there anyone suitable?"
"Yes, yes."
"You have everything, why don't I believe it?"
"My business is relatively broad. Many wealthy people in Southeast Asia like our business."
Zheng Qi was sitting on the boss's chair, with seven figures of scantily clad women placed in front of the statue of Guan Gong on the altar table behind him.
"Where's the Yue Lao statue here? Why is it Guan Gong and these seven figures?"
"Personal preference, personal preference."
…
Many years later.
"May I ask Mr. Zheng, what makes your dating agency so successful?"
"I have to thank my second uncle for all this."
"Did he help you introduce many customers?"
"No, he asked me to worship the devil."
