Livestream Matchmaking: My Intel Infinitely Refreshes

"Our line of work isn’t that bad, is it?" The woman was clearly a little indignant. "At least we have high incomes. Doesn’t everyone just care about money these days?"

"Got it." Zhang Zhe had aced the reading comprehension section of his college entrance exams. "So you’re hoping to find someone who’s attracted to your money, is that right?"

"No, no, that’s not what I mean."

"How is it not?" Zhang Zhe gave a somewhat speechless laugh. "The truth is, you know perfectly well that your biggest advantage in the matchmaking market is your high salary."

"We don’t even need to discuss how you get that salary or how long you can maintain it at this level. When it comes down to it, it’s just a high salary."

"If a man’s salary is higher than yours, or about the same, then you have nothing to attract them. You can only look for the type who’s after your money."

"No, no." The woman immediately retorted, "I’ve watched your streams while slacking off at work. You said that matchmaking is a competition against your own gender."

"With my income and my looks, I’m definitely a better catch than a girl who makes a hundred-something thousand a year, right?"

[Where do you get that confidence?]

[Someone with a government job making a hundred-something thousand is honestly a better catch than you.]

[Your looks are all fake. Sister Feng could spend four or five hundred thousand and look just like you, and you’re proud of it?]

[In my eyes, the cosmetic surgery industry is the same as working in nightlife.]

"That’s not necessarily true." Zhang Zhe calmly shook his head.

"You’ve been in a money-worshipping environment for so long that you can only see money. But that’s not how the matchmaking market works. Otherwise, everyone could just be matched based on their assets. What would be the point of a Matchmaker?"

"Family background, personality, height, weight—any of these can rank higher than wealth, especially when one party is already rich."

"Okay, then what kind of man can I find?"

The woman seemed to be swayed. "Host, can you help me analyze my situation? What level of guy would be interested in me?"

"First, tell me, why do you want to get married?"

Zhang Zhe rarely asked this question to the women who came for matchmaking.

But for a cosmetic surgery professional who wanted to "get out of the game," it was a necessary question.

Because many people in this line of work have problematic attitudes toward marriage.

Many of them just want to marry into a rich family and get a piece of the fortune. Only a very small minority, once they’re tired of playing around and have earned enough money, want to find an honest man to take them in.

"It’s mainly because I’ve reached that age. I want to find someone to marry."

"Why? Do you have a quest log for your life? Get married by a certain age or the system will erase you?"

"I don’t buy that." Zhang Zhe shook his head with a slight smile.

The medical aesthetics industry involves dealing with a large number of wealthy people.

To be able to earn money from the rich, you have to be—well, not all of you, but most—sharp as a tack.

A shrewd person wouldn’t want to get married simply because of their age.

It would have been more believable if she’d said she was pregnant and wanted to find a father for her child than her just citing her age as a reason.

Sure enough, after Zhang Zhe said that, the woman immediately changed her tune.

This time, it sounded like the truth:

"Actually, I’m not that desperate to get married. The main thing is, I have a colleague who got divorced recently. She keeps projecting all this negative energy onto me, and it’s really been bothering me."

"Listening to her, it’s like anyone in our cosmetic surgery field is doomed to have problems if they get married."

"The more I think about it, the more I can’t sleep, so I wanted to ask someone about it."

"Your colleague is absolutely right. She’s already given you a live demonstration, and you still don’t believe it?" Zhang Zhe wore a puzzled expression. "She got into medical aesthetics before you, so she probably makes even more money, right?"

"She’s very good at making money."

"But she found a guy whose income was much lower than hers. She bought the house and the car. The guy has a government job and doesn’t even make half of what she does, and they still got divorced."

"Honestly," the woman sighed, "I really feel like marriage is so difficult."

[A guy with a government job marrying someone from the cosmetic surgery industry? That’s a joke that could kill someone.]

[The "government job" she’s talking about is probably in some small county. The guy was just after the car and house. Once he got them, of course he’d divorce her.]

[Does this woman think they divorced because the husband’s income was too low?]

[I’ve never seen anyone with a stable government job date someone from the cosmetic surgery field. They wouldn’t even know what to write on their official personnel file.]

[Fun fact: The most cosmetic surgery most guys with stable government jobs can accept is double eyelid surgery.]

"Your colleague’s situation is practically a template for your entire industry."

"I think it’s worth studying as a classic case among your colleagues."

Zhang Zhe felt like pulling over a small blackboard to give a detailed analysis:

"You absolutely must not think that just because the man in the government job earns less, the woman has the upper hand in the marriage."

"It really doesn’t work that way."

"Have you ever thought about why the woman had to spend so much money? Buying a car, buying a house?"

"That’s right. It was to compensate for her weak position in the marital relationship. To put it bluntly, she was being a simp."

"For them to still divorce even after all that means her shortcomings—or rather, her disadvantages—were so great that even money couldn’t cover them up."

Zhang Zhe’s simple example of a simp and a goddess made it very clear.

In a normal marital relationship, women from the cosmetic surgery industry are automatically in the simp position, because they’re not much different from women trying to get out of the nightlife scene.

There are women in nightlife who can emerge from the mud unstained, but the probability is just very low.

Most of them are the type whose entire persona would completely collapse after one physical examination or a quick check of their hotel stay records.

The woman listened silently for a long time.

Finally, she said, "So, if I find a rich guy, someone with a strong financial foundation, and he’s attracted to my other good qualities besides money, wouldn’t that work?"

Zhang Zhe ran that sentence through his head. The logic was actually sound.

If a man wasn’t even after her money but insisted on marrying her, then that would indeed be true love.

But that kind of true love... besides a Bai Yueguang from your school days, it’s probably impossible to find anywhere else, right?

"Then what are your other advantages? Isn’t the problem right back where we started? Putting aside the fact that you make a lot of money, you have no advantage compared to other women."

"But I’ve dated rich guys before!"

"So what if you’ve dated them? In your line of work, for someone who can make four or five hundred thousand a year, who hasn’t dated a few rich men? Otherwise, where would that income come from?"

Zhang Zhe’s question was as direct as a scalpel: "Why did you date but not get married? Don’t you know the reason yourself?"

"Because the men I met were no good." The woman was stubborn. "Among my colleagues, some have dated rich men and ended up getting married."

"And how did they get married? Let me guess... oh, it’s so hard to guess... could it be by being the mistress who became the wife, or by forcing a marriage with a baby in their belly?"

"How many years can a marriage like that last? If you’re really so envious, why don’t you go and learn from them? Why are you still here consulting me?"

Zhang Zhe looked at the camera, his expression inscrutable.

’Having to spell things out to this extent is kind of pointless.’

[Some women really love to treat people like idiots. Even if a rich guy marries you, you think he doesn’t know about getting a prenup?]

[This woman actually knows the answer herself, she’s just not willing to accept it.]

[Host, you should make a clip of this video. I feel like it’s very educational. A lot of female streamers have this same mentality nowadays.]

[To put it bluntly, you’re already making fast money with your body, so don’t even think about getting married and ruining someone’s life.]

"So I can only focus on my career?" the woman asked, a hint of despair in her voice.

Zhang Zhe’s answer made her even more desperate: "Yes. Women in the cosmetic surgery business have basically lost the right to a soft landing. They can pretty much only rely on luck."

"And in the matchmaking market, relying on luck is a very, very rare bet."

"Alright, I understand. I guess I can only focus on making money, then."