Livestream Matchmaking: My Intel Infinitely Refreshes

"I get it." Zhang Zhe nodded. "You want to marry a rich man, but you don’t have any connections, so you thought of finding a matchmaking agency, right?"

"You’re hanging around the matchmaking corner here to find a rich man, too?"

"Yes!" The woman nodded. "There are too many fake rich guys these days. The luxury car is rented, the nice dinner is a group-buy deal, and even the jewelry they give you is on an installment plan. They’re just trying to get in my pants for free. I can’t stand people like that anymore."

"So I figured I might as well just marry a rich man."

[Classic—’If all else fails, I’ll just marry a rich guy.’]

[I’m a rich man, Brother Zhang! Help me see what her looks are rated!]

[Can we get some real information?]

[Sis, you can earn your own money! Once you go down this road, there’s no turning back.]

"No, no." Zhang Zhe waved his hand dismissively. "In your current state, a rich man would only see you as a short-term fling. He would never marry you."

"Your speech, your demeanor... you have neither. If he married you, he wouldn’t even be able to show you off in public."

"I’m not usually like this, really." The woman grew a little anxious and explained hurriedly, "Besides, I don’t need someone super-rich. You know, the kind worth hundreds of millions but are in their seventies or eighties. I couldn’t accept that."

"The oldest I can accept is someone born after 1970. Any older than that is a no-go."

"Matchmaker, I’m looking for someone to build a life with, I’m not just a gold digger. I’m a proper university graduate. I haven’t sunk that low."

"..." Zhang Zhe’s expression was complicated. ’This woman is putting on an act.’

’This isn’t low? Then what is?’

"A man born in 1970 is 55 years old now. You’d marry him to build a life? When you kiss him, you might just suck a tooth out."

"You’re so young. Could you really accept a partner who has that old-person smell?"

"Don’t just run your mouth."

"I think I can handle it," the woman replied, her tone resolute as she stared into Zhang Zhe’s eyes.

[Brother Zhang, please look at the comments! I really love her voice.]

[Brother Zhang, check your WeChat at least! The bros are going crazy!]

[Hahaha, are there that many guys born in the 70s in this stream?]

[To be fair, this woman will probably get what she wants. Her will is very strong.]

Teacher Wang saw that someone had sent a Carnival gift in the stream and was spamming the comments, telling Brother Zhang to check his WeChat.

She understood it must be one of the old timers from Zhang Zhe’s stream.

So she quickly reminded him in a low voice.

Zhang Zhe was a bit slow on the uptake. He pulled out his phone and took a look. ’Holy cow, this many unread messages?’

A quick glance showed that big shots from at least six different group chats had DMed him.

These rich men weren’t stupid. They could tell from Zhang Zhe’s tone that the girl was definitely not bad-looking. If she were ugly, given a certain streamer’s blunt personality, he would have told her to go home and call it a night long ago.

Of course, Zhang Zhe knew what the old men in his stream were thinking.

They weren’t afraid of women coming for their money; they were afraid of women who weren’t genuine or dedicated. It’s like when you go for a massage, and the most annoying thing is the masseuse you requested is on a voice call with a friend while working on you.

"Alright, on account of you being a 6 out of 10 in the looks department."

"I’ll give you a simple analysis."

"But I still advise you to find someone your own age and of similar social standing. Supporting each other through life is also a pretty good way to live."

"I don’t have anyone of similar standing," the woman said, shaking her head. "My father went in when I was very young. He was supposed to get out three years ago, but he never contacted me."

"I guess he’s probably dead."

"My mother passed away last year from late-stage breast cancer."

"My condolences," Zhang Zhe said politely.

"It’s okay, I’ve moved on." The woman continued her introduction, "I was born in ’99, so I’m 26. I have a bachelor’s and a master’s from a 211 university. I studied photography, and I currently work as a photographer at a studio in Qing City."

"My income is around 10,000 a month."

"I have an apartment, 80 square meters, that my grandmother left me. It’s one of those old, small, and run-down places. But I had to mortgage it to pay for my mother’s medical treatments. If I can’t make the payment the month after next, it’ll be repossessed."

"..." Zhang Zhe understood. "So how much external debt do you have right now?"

"In total, about 1 million."

"So you’re asking for a 1 million betrothal gift, is that it?"

"No." The woman shook her head. "The betrothal gift only needs to be 380,000. The rest can be a loan, and I’ll pay it back slowly."

[Kids these days really have ideas, huh? Wiping out 1 million in debt just like that.]

[That’s really not a lot of money.]

[Is the bro above serious? 1 million isn’t a lot? You think you’re some second-generation rich kid?]

[Is it possible that he really is a second-generation rich kid?]

"I think I get what you mean." After speaking, Zhang Zhe pulled a piece of paper from his inner pocket and handed it to her. "This is my profile. Take a look."

"What are you doing?" Teacher Wang, watching from the side, felt her eyelid twitch. "Even if you have 1 million, you don’t just spend it like this!"

"You... You should at least verify her story first, shouldn’t you?"

"You’re being too impulsive."

"I’m not." Zhang Zhe smiled and shook his head. Only he knew that he was talking about not having 1 million.

Showing the woman his own profile was just a way to establish a formal matchmaking dynamic.

After the young woman across from him took his profile, she actually read it over carefully. When she saw the line on his profile that said, "Sufficient savings for a down payment on a local marital home," her eyes instantly lit up.

She thought for a moment, then said in a very gentle voice, "Matchmaker, this is your own profile, isn’t it? If you’re willing to give me the down payment to pay off my loan, I can add your name to my property deed."

"Then we can live in my place."

"What? Is this my profile?" Zhang Zhe feigned surprise, quickly snatching the paper back from her. He glanced at it and said with a laugh, "My apologies, I must have grabbed the wrong one when I left home."

"I forgot to bring the profiles of those rich men. What a shame."

"Sorry, sorry."

"I don’t necessarily have to find someone super-rich." The woman, thinking she still had a chance, looked at Zhang Zhe with a sincere expression and said, "Matchmaker, if you’re not married, I’m willing to strive together with you."

[Brother Zhang, you’re going a bit too far. Can’t you give the bros a chance?]

[It’s fine, Brother Zhang, you seem to be in a hurry. Go ahead and solve your own personal problems first.]

[All you who are doubting the streamer, step aside. Brother Zhang is using himself as bait.]

[Old viewers all know. Even if a married woman shows up, Brother Zhang dares to set her up on a date right in front of her husband. It’s his technique.]

[Using a standard male profile to test the woman’s reaction? That’s a brilliant method!]

Zhang Zhe hadn’t thought about it as much as the commenters had.

It was simply because the System had reacted quickly and already provided the intel, so there was no need to continue this matchmaking session with her.

[Your matchmaking target, He Chun’Er, was previously the girlfriend of a property management company boss in the provincial capital. Their relationship lasted for many years and ended when the man was imprisoned;

He Chun’Er currently has an urgent need to get married and has a very high tolerance for her partner’s behavior. As long as she is given money, she will accept any non-violent actions from the man;

However, the Host’s current financial capabilities are completely unable to satisfy her monthly spending habits of at least 30,000. The Host is advised to act within his means.]

After reading the intel, Zhang Zhe understood. This woman wasn’t kidding. She could really accept a man born in the 70s.

Anyone in the know understands what a property management company implies. Without some serious skills and connections, you can’t make it big in that business.

In other words, this woman used to be a "boss’s" woman.