C8 Matchmaking

The playground at noon was like a large steamer, giving off heat without restraint, hiding in the shade of a tree, and a bright advertisement squeezed into my eyes. The headline read: Hired Hiring, Free Time, Other Words Not Important, I dialed the number in the advertisement.

"Hello, may I ask for your recruitment?"

"Right, are you a university student?"

A middle-aged woman's voice sounded from the other end of the phone.

"Yeah, third year."

"Height, weight?"

"Body height: 167, body weight: 45!"

His heart was at a loss. Why did this company ask about height and weight? Forget it, just give me money!

"Excuse me, what do you want to do? What's the salary? I'll be in class during the day. "

"Your job is simple and your pay is generous. I won't disturb your class, but I want to see if you have the qualifications. Come over and talk to us."

I took a resume and went into a small alley. Inside, there was a small, low door with a sign that said "nuptials.

At the door stood a middle-aged woman, her hair neatly combed behind her head. There were a few bangs, pale makeup, and bright red lips. If the sky was any darker, I would have turned and run, wearing a blue dress.

"You're a college student, right?"

I nodded.

"Come on in."

She sat down and studied my face, then looked up and down.

"Not bad." One of them mumbled to himself.

The furnishings in the room were simple. There was a small desk with many small notes pasted on the wall. It could be vaguely seen: male, 35 years old, bereavement, etc.

"Girl, I hired you to date some upper class people."

He pointed to the note on the wall.

"Auntie, isn't this a lie?"

"I never lie. I've introduced hundreds of pairs in my life."

"Auntie, I can't do this job. I'll be leaving first."

"Two hundred at a time!"

The moment I stood up, she said, "It's just a blind date?" The numbers were so alluring that I couldn't help but turn my head and ask, "Is it just a blind date?"

"Of course, we are a formal matchmaking establishment. If we do anything else, it would be against the law."

"What about time?"

"Basically, it's at night. It's only for two hours or so. Let's have a meal or tea together. It won't affect your lessons during the day and you'll still be able to earn money. Girl, don't miss this opportunity."

He gritted his teeth and hardened his heart. "Fine."

"Girl, you're really smart. Where are you going to find such a good job?"

"Auntie, we have an agreement. Other than eating and drinking tea, I won't be doing anything else."

"Don't worry, young lady. You can go back. I'll give you a call when the time comes."

It was a Friday afternoon. "Ring, Ring!"

"Hello, hello."

"Auntie from the matchmaking office, there's a blind date scheduled for tonight. Come over to my place first, I'll dress you up."

"Oh!"

Wearing the dress prepared by the matchmaking office makes her look like a singer at an 80s Shanghai ballroom. This dress is probably the aunt's favorite.

Now remember what I said. Your name is Fang Feifei, and you are in the fourth grade at C University. You are studying music, and your parents are going to do business abroad. As for the rest, you can do it yourself, but don't exaggerate too much.

"Then you'll give me two hundred dollars?"

"Right, it should be simple."

She took me to a rather upscale coffee shop. "Go on in, that's the suit inside." She pointed with her hand. There was a middle-aged man by the window.

"Hello, my name is Mo. Fang Fei Fei." He nearly said something wrong.

"Hello, my name is Li Yifu."

He stood up and shook my hand and got me a cup of coffee.

"Fang Feifei, let me introduce myself first. I'm 42 years old, and I'm a doctor in a private hospital. I'm divorced, and I want to find a woman with good taste like you to spend the rest of my life with."

"Puff …" He was about my father's age.

After enduring for two hours, I was finally done. Before I left, I still wanted my phone number, so I randomly made one up.

When he left the coffee shop, his aunt had long since disappeared.

"Auntie, the mission is completed. When will you give me the money?"

"We both have a monthly tie. I'll guarantee it for you on the 1st of next month. There's still going to be a blind date in a few days."

The company probably didn't pay their salaries until a month ago, so I didn't ask any more questions.

"Yuhan, you went to perform in the opera? "Why are you dressed like this?"

"Yes." Play a singing lady on the beach and chat with her. "

He took off his clothes and kicked on the ground to release the anger he had accumulated from that old man. That old man wanted to get into a university with just a little bit of capital, so he said, "Pui!" He went to bed.

After two days, my aunt informed me to go on a blind date. This time, she didn't go with me, she just told me that this was a wealthy merchant and that the place they had arranged was very high class.

I took out the clothes I used to see Mu Yichen's mother a few days ago.

"Yuhan, you've ruined such a good set of clothes. It's such a pity that you're pressing them down so hard." Third Bro carried his clothes with a face full of tender affection for the fairer sex.

"Are you going out on a date?"

"Just a blind date." I was afraid that they might be worried and didn't dare to say anything about working in a matchmaking office.

"Then you have to be careful. There are a lot of bad people now."

"It's fine, I'm leaving."

This meeting place is indeed a lot of high class, it should be a high class society's clubhouse, a young man who looks like an assistant is waiting for me at the door.

"Yes, Miss Ding?"

I hesitated. "Yes." This time, my identity is Ding Wei, I am still a senior in the music department. It seems like the top students in the music department are very noble in the eyes of the rich.

He led me into a room, about thirty square meters, which felt like a study, with books on the shelves and a sea of tea and rattan chairs.

"Hello, Miss Ding."

A middle-aged man with a Mediterranean haircut and trousers the size of a cylinder came up to me and shook my hand, but kept his eyes on my chest.

"Hello, this is Ding Xiue."

"Miss Ding really lives up to her reputation. She's so beautiful." There was a spark of lust in his eyes.

"What tea do you want to drink? How about jasmine flower? It should be very suitable for young miss. " The dress that Mu Yichen bought me was made of lace and the white of his breasts were faintly discernible. I could only awkwardly block it with one hand.

"I rarely drink tea. Whatever!"

"Miss Ding's character is really good. After we get married, she will definitely have a good character when she gives birth to a child in the future. Not bad."

The old pervert kept glancing up and down at me as he sipped his tea. He wanted to crawl under the hem of his skirt.

"Ring, Ring …" He thought, Auntie of the matchmaking agency must be here to save me.

No, the voice seemed to be Mu Yichen giving me a call.

"I'm sorry, I'm going to answer a phone call."

"Hey!"

"Where?"

"Outside."

"Where is it outside?"

"It seems to be a private club. I don't know its name."

"Du …"

What does Mu Yichen want to do? Every time, he would just hang up the phone without saying anything.

"Miss Ding, I'll take you to a good place." The old man stood up and came over and put his arm around my shoulders and walked out. I tried to break free, but he trapped me and I wanted him to open the door and run out.

"Ah, Mu Yichen, save me." He stood in the doorway, startling me.

"Aiya, isn't this Director Mu? What brings you here? This little one was unable to welcome you from afar. It's truly a sin. " This old pervert was as respectful and respectful as a grandson when he saw Mu Yichen.

"Take your dirty hands away from me."

Mu Yichen pulled me to her side, and without saying another word, he left with me.

"You're actually wearing clothes I bought for you while you were dating other men. Do you not want to live? Don't forget that you're Mrs. Mu in three years, so don't embarrass me. "

"I did it to earn money. A blind date is fake."

Mu Yichen flung a few red tickets over, and it just happened to hit my face.

"Don't let me find out that you're dating another man, or else I'll make you want to die, take the money and get the hell out of here."

"I don't want your stinking money." I ran out the door without looking back at him.

If I could live a rich life, I wouldn't have to live my life in fear and trepidation. I would also like to call my parents like other classmates who don't have any money. I don't have any parents, so I can only rely on myself.