Livestream Matchmaking: My Intel Infinitely Refreshes

"Teacher Wang, we meet again." A newly arrived older woman came right up and greeted the masked Teacher Wang.

"Hello, hello." Teacher Wang’s reply carried a hint of deliberate distance.

At the same time, she whispered a rapid warning to Zhang Zhe: "Be careful. This lady is a real handful."

"Teacher, you look a bit unfamiliar. You haven’t been here before, have you?"

"This is my first time." Zhang Zhe gave a friendly smile, but inwardly, he was already on guard.

The woman spoke with great confidence, which meant she was certain Zhang Zhe was a newcomer. This, in turn, suggested she had likely been here every single time before.

That was why she could so easily recognize Teacher Wang, who had been here twice.

According to Teacher Wang, her first visit had been six months ago. If this woman had been camping out at the matchmaking corner since then, that was a little scary.

Half a year isn’t a long time for a single woman in her thirties—after all, the last ten years had already passed. But the matchmaking corner was different. It was just one avenue, and a very inefficient one at that.

Wasting six months here meant the woman either couldn’t think of any other options or was extremely desperate.

"Teacher, this is my daughter’s information."

"This is the proof of employment for my husband and me."

"This is our family’s property deed."

"This is my daughter’s diploma, as well as her First-Class Constructor and Cost Engineer certificates."

"She’s getting a bit old, so this is her physical examination report. We have some connections, so we’ve already helped her freeze her eggs."

This was the first time Zhang Zhe had ever encountered such a display.

Even getting hired at a major corporation wasn’t like this. It was exactly like a business negotiation.

He couldn’t help but glance back at Teacher Wang, his eyes full of questions.

’Is *this* why you paid to hire me?’

[Damn, a woman this outstanding has to go to a matchmaking corner? My worldview is shattered.]

[In the matchmaking market, the more outstanding the woman’s qualifications, the bigger the problem.]

[This is the f*cking first time I’ve seen someone bring up egg freezing. It’s so objectifying.]

[First-Class Cost Engineer and Constructor? In Qing City, that should be an annual salary of 300,000+.]

[This woman is more capable than most men. Why does she even need to get married?]

"Ma’am, you don’t need to lay out all these documents. We mainly just need to look at the profile card."

Zhang Zhe gestured for the woman to put away all the reports. The scene was getting too over-the-top, and people in the back had started recording videos.

"I just want to prove that my daughter is truly outstanding," the woman said as she gathered her documents. "Another teacher questioned me before."

"Don’t worry, I’m not like them."

"Whatever you say, I’ll believe it..." Zhang Zhe said, humoring the woman while he looked at the daughter’s profile.

[Female, b. 1992. Flash marriage, no children. Height: 1.6m, Weight: 48kg. Bachelor’s degree. Full-time employee at a state-owned enterprise. Sincere, kind, positive, and ambitious.]

[Holds First-Class Constructor and First-Class Cost Engineer certifications.]

[Physically and mentally healthy, no history of hereditary diseases. Owns a home and car with no loans. Parents employed at public institutions, no eldercare burden.]

The matchmaking corner had an unwritten rule: don’t list specific salaries or assets to avoid attracting harassment from ill-intentioned people.

But this woman had all but slapped the words "high income" on her profile. A full-time SOE employee with First-Class Constructor and Cost Engineer licenses, plus a house and car—it was as if she was afraid people *wouldn’t* know she had a high income.

The reason for doing this was simple: she had a marriage history.

Being divorced wasn’t so bad, and the woman’s own criteria stated she would accept a divorced man with no children. But a flash marriage followed by a flash divorce was something else entirely.

Then he looked at the woman’s requirements:

[Seeking a man around 1.7m tall, with at least a vocational college degree and stable employment. Must have good character, a sense of responsibility, ambition, and integrity. No bad habits. Physically and mentally healthy, no history of hereditary diseases. Born between 1985-1995. Divorced with no children, or unmarried.]

These requirements were very low.

There were no requirements for a car or house, almost no requirement for education, and the age range was very wide.

These terms would look perfectly reasonable on one of those "seeking a surrogate for a rich family" scam ads you see on telephone poles.

Compared to the woman’s own qualifications, her requirements were a good two tiers lower.

"Ma’am, could you tell me a little about your daughter’s previous marriage? Why did they divorce?"

"There’s not much to say. The man was no good." The woman’s tone was resentful, as if her daughter had suffered a great injustice. "It’s only because my daughter is a good person. Otherwise, she would have sued him for marriage fraud, at the very least."

[What do you mean, "no good"? No good in what way?]

[You have to ask why they had a flash marriage. How could a woman with her education be so impulsive?]

[Don’t people get a pre-marital checkup before a flash marriage? How could they get married like that?]

[Are there people in the comments discriminating against flash marriages? As long as you’re confident in your judgment and both sides know each other well, there’s no problem getting married after knowing each other for just one day.]

Zhang Zhe didn’t think there was anything wrong with flash marriages either. In fact, many arranged marriages were essentially flash marriages, where the man and woman would gradually adjust to each other after the wedding.

The key was whether both parties understood each other well enough.

"Ma’am, when you say he was ’no good,’ do you mean he was incapable... in *that* department?" Zhang Zhe asked, seeking confirmation. Blaming the divorce on the man’s physical problems was a common lie used by some women.

After all, there was no way for most people to verify such a claim.

The woman nodded vigorously. "Of course! What else could ’no good’ mean?"

"Is it written in the divorce agreement?"

"How could you write that? Who would put something like that in writing?"

"Hey, sister," a skinny woman with instant-noodle hair next to her patted her on the shoulder. "This teacher is questioning what you’re saying."

"He thinks the divorce might have been your daughter’s fault."

"What?" The woman immediately straightened her back, looking aggressive.

"That’s not what we mean," Teacher Wang quickly explained from the side.

Zhang Zhe waved his hand, telling her not to panic. "Actually, that is what I mean."

"Ma’am, out of every ten women I’ve met who had a flash marriage and a flash divorce, five of them claim the man had physical problems."

"The impotence rate in our country can’t be that high, can it?"

"It seems as long as they give that answer, they can pretend they’re the same as someone who’s never been married."

"Of course it’s not the same!" an old man in the crowd chimed in, seizing the opportunity.

His words, of course, earned him a lot of eye-rolls, but the livestream comments mostly agreed with the old man.

[Divorced is divorced. Who knows if it was really a flash marriage?]

[The fact you got divorced proves there’s something wrong with you. At the very least, your judgment is flawed and you can’t read people.]

[Some women even lie to simps, saying their ex-husband was impotent and that they’re still a Chu Girl.]

"But let me be honest, any man here should be able to understand this. If you’re willing to have a flash marriage, you most likely have needs when it comes to... that sort of thing," Zhang Zhe offered his interpretation.

"If a man is truly completely incapable, what’s the point of a flash marriage with him?"

"The teacher is absolutely right!" the same old man shouted again. This time, he wasn’t fighting alone; two other older guys backed him up.

"I’m a man, I know how men think. If you can’t even perform, why bother getting married?"

"Lady, you should go home and ask your daughter. I think she might be fooling you."

The woman glared at each of the old men who had spoken up, then looked back at Zhang Zhe. "Is this important?"

"Very important. If you were looking for a divorced son-in-law, wouldn’t you care about the reason for his divorce?"

"..." The woman was silent for a moment. "Then what should I do?"

"Have the ex-husband write a statement," Zhang Zhe suggested. "You’ve already brought so many documents, what’s one more?"

"Okay, I’ll get it done when I go back." The woman nodded. "But I can’t do it today."

"That’s fine, that’s fine."

"Let’s continue with the analysis."

Zhang Zhe was just giving the woman a heads-up. In the matchmaking market, being divorced has its own set of rules. It’s like a failed startup—if you don’t explain the reason for the failure, how can you expect an investor to risk their money on you a second time?

"Why did your daughter choose a flash marriage?" Zhang Zhe asked. "Was it her own choice, or were you and your husband pressuring her too much?"

"I don’t know."

"Then it must be because you parents pushed her into it."

"No, no." The woman shook her head repeatedly. If she admitted it, she’d be scorned by the dozens of old men and women at the scene.

"Then why?"

"Ma’am, you have to tell the truth. You just said you wanted to sue the man for marriage fraud; you shouldn’t be doing something similar yourself."