[Current matchmaking subject, Pan Jingjing, has an above-average appearance rating. However, her delicate features were almost entirely achieved through plastic surgery. This includes, but is not limited to: mandible angle reduction, zygoma reduction, chin implant augmentation, European-style double eyelid surgery, comprehensive rhinoplasty, dynamic hyaluronic acid injections, and so on.]
[The long-term maintenance costs for this type of high-attractiveness beauty are quite high and exceed your current financial capacity. Host, please discern carefully to avoid being deceived.]
Holy crap!
This was the first time Zhang Zhe had ever heard so many terms for plastic surgery; previously, he had just lumped them all under the general category of "medical aesthetics."
It was already very common for women to get cosmetic procedures done, and those with minor touch-ups were everywhere.
Zhang Zhe’s cousin was a practitioner in the medical aesthetics industry. She used to frequently post ads on her Moments—the classic side-by-side comparison, with "Before" on the left and "After" on the right.
Usually, it was a sallow-faced, wrinkled woman contrasted with a beauty whose skin was delicate, smooth, and firm.
Anyone with a bit of common sense about biology would know how ridiculously exaggerated this was, so Zhang Zhe had blocked his cousin long ago.
He never thought he’d get a crash course on all the cosmetic procedure terminology he’d been missing out on right here, right now.
[Streamer, keeping the goods to yourself?]
[Let us see! What does the rich lady look like?]
[You can tell from the streamer’s expression that this woman is something else.]
[Is she hot or not? Just say something!]
The chat was getting antsy.
This was only human. Most people didn’t believe she was a 7/10 and were eager to see the photo to confirm their suspicions.
In truth, even if the woman had claimed she was a 1/10, the chat would still be clamoring to see.
Aesthetics are diverse, so when it comes to beauty and ugliness, a normal person’s first thought is always, ’Let me see.’
Still, Zhang Zhe was respectful of the woman.
Her technologically-enhanced, high-rated appearance had triggered his system’s alarms, making him realize just how powerful his system truly was.
As a matchmaking streamer, he decided to put it delicately:
"Miss, you do look like a 7/10 in this photo, but the... traces of work... are quite obvious."
"This might make potential suitors hesitant during a matchmaking session."
"I haven’t had any work done," the woman immediately retorted. "I’m all-natural."
"Alright, how about we just say you’ve had minor touch-ups?"
"No minor touch-ups either. Really, I’ve always looked like this."
"You mean to say your face has always looked like this?"
"That’s not very likely, is it?" Zhang Zhe cupped his own face with both hands, hiding the fleshy parts of his jaw to form a sharp point with his chin.
[Hahaha, what a perfect V-line face.]
[Thanks, Streamer, I can picture it perfectly now.]
[An expert can tell if someone’s had surgery with just one look.]
[This woman’s reaction basically confirms it. If you told a normal person they’d had plastic surgery, they’d probably just laugh and say thank you.]
"Forget it. Regardless of whether you’ve gone under the knife, what I’m trying to say is that many people won’t accept your kind of 7/10 looks."
"Especially those in a higher economic bracket."
"As for the maintenance costs, your own financial strength should be sufficient, so that’s not an issue."
"Alright, I’ve seen the photos." Zhang Zhe put away the registration form and gestured to the camera. "Now it’s your turn."
"What kind of person do you think your ideal match should be?"
"This is my first time matchmaking for a woman as wealthy as you, so if I can’t quite get into character, please bear with me. The most expensive bag I’ve ever gotten for a woman came out of a claw machine."
"..."
"To be honest, I don’t know either." The woman’s answer was a bit surprising to everyone.
"In my current situation, my parents definitely won’t be arranging a marriage for me anymore. My mom also said she can only support me financially and won’t interfere with my freedom."
"Streamer, what kind of person do you think I’m suited for?"
"That’s a bit of a difficult question for me." A troubled look appeared on Zhang Zhe’s face as he gave an awkward smile.
After all, it was his first day as a Matchmaker, and he had no prior successful matchmaking experience.
But in fact, over half the Matchmakers at the Zhuyin Marriage Agency had no experience in this area. They simply hadn’t been in the business long enough to encounter a case like this.
Thankfully, the form his boss had given him earlier had some options Zhang Zhe could refer to.
"Let me help you sort this out. We’ll analyze it step by step."
"First, age. Do you have any requirements for the man’s age? How much older are you willing to accept?"
"I think anyone born in the ’90s is fine. Any older than that, and we probably wouldn’t have much in common."
"Got it. So, 35 years old at the maximum."
[What a coincidence, I’m 35.]
[Streamer, don’t you fit that criteria yourself?]
[If he’s a whole ten years older and wants to marry this woman, she probably wouldn’t even consider him unless his net worth is over a hundred million.]
"What about marital status? Can you accept a man who has kids or is divorced?" Zhang Zhe asked, reading from the options on the form.
"I really don’t feel like that matters. If he has a child, one at most. I couldn’t handle any more than that."
"Any requirements for height and weight? What about looks, on a scale of one to ten?"
"I do have requirements for that!"
The moment faces were mentioned, the woman suddenly got serious. This was only natural—if she didn’t have high standards for looks, she wouldn’t have gotten plastic surgery herself.
"His face has to be at least ’cute-guy’ level."
"He needs to be over 178cm, and he can’t have a paunch. Otherwise, he wouldn’t match me well."
"Would you consider me ’cute-guy’ level?" Zhang Zhe asked. "Don’t worry, I’m not 178cm. I’m just asking about my face."
"I guess so. I feel like if you grew a little bit of a beard, you’d look a bit more masculine."
[Streamer, she’s calling you effeminate.]
[Her standards are way too high. Honestly, if you’ve had work done yourself, you shouldn’t be so demanding.]
[Quick, ask her if she’d accept a guy who’s also had plastic surgery.]
[I guess if you want to marry rich, you really have to compete on looks.]
"Understood. I mean, I could start growing a beard right now, but there’s nothing I can do about the height." Zhang Zhe let out a sigh of mock regret.
’He was just messing with her. He didn’t regret it at all.’
’This girl might be rich, but her tone, her logic, the way she just falsely denied her plastic surgery, and her current state of confusion all made Zhang Zhe suspect her "985" master’s degree was either from a part-time program or simply bought with money.’
’Because only a fool would lack such clear self-awareness. A smart person definitely knows what they want.’
"What about net worth? How much money do you think the man needs to have to qualify?"
"I think at least a hundred million."
"Why a hundred million and not two hundred million?"
"Two hundred million would be even better, of course."
"Then how about fifty million?"
"Fifty million... no. It has to be at least a hundred million."
"Okay, then let me ask you this: why do you think a high-quality man with a net worth of a hundred million would want to marry you?"
"Or let’s look at the chat together. If a guy in the chat had a net worth over a hundred million, was ’cute-guy’ handsome, and also very self-disciplined, what kind of wife would he look for?"
[I’d definitely go to the Beijing Film Academy and find an all-natural female celebrity.]
[If I had a hundred million, why would I get married? I’d get a new one every year, thank you.]
[Not gonna lie, if you gave me a hundred million, I’d just bounce to the Europe and America Zone.]
Zhang Zhe silently watched the bullet comments without saying a word.
The audience was telling the truth.
These truths were probably a big blow to the girl on the call. She didn’t speak, nor did she disconnect.
It was as if she had frozen.
Just then, the door to the livestreaming room suddenly opened.
Zhang Zhe looked up to see Boss He smiling at him as he walked over.
"Xiaozhang, this client’s situation is rather special. I’m just going to jump in for a moment."
"Young lady, I am the owner of the Zhuyin Marriage Agency, and I’ve also been a Matchmaker for decades. I’ve encountered your situation more than once, and it can really be summed up in one sentence."
"You have absolutely no idea what you’re doing."