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Zhong Kui's Diary
After 79 readings and 50 discussions, the "Get Your Sister" special rectification campaign has begun in full swing. Of course, such activities cannot be made public, so even though everyone from the police station to the local public security team knows the phrase "Get Your Sister," and it even appears in documents with red headers, not a word has leaked on social media.
There was no swearing-in ceremony, no mobilization before action. Lingfeng called me to say it could start today. After hanging up, I slept for another two hours before calling Fatty to kick off the operation.
Around noon, Fatty finally arrived at my house. As soon as he walked in, he headed straight for the fridge looking for watermelon. Not finding any, he grabbed two cans of beer and tossed one to me. After finishing the beer, we each lit a cigarette and sat on the sofa, staring at each other in silence for a while until Fatty finally couldn't hold back: "Ghost Brother, how do we start?"
"How would I know?" I replied lazily while blowing smoke rings. "Just leave this whole thing to you."
"Come on, I don't have any experience," Fatty laughed.
"How can you not have experience?" I scoffed. "Weren't you once tricked into doing pyramid schemes? Isn't that just a bunch of scams?"
"I was expelled from that pyramid scheme organization, okay?" Fatty grumbled.
We continued to smoke and blow rings at each other.
"If you can't come up with a plan soon, I'll beat you up," I had no choice but to pull out my trump card since Fatty couldn't take me on physically.
"By the way, let's go find Faint," Fatty suddenly suggested. "She knows a lot of scammers."
"Good point. You still have her WeChat, right? Contact her," I said, feeling enlightened.
About an hour later, Faint arrived at my house. This time she surprisingly wasn't wearing denim shorts and a t-shirt but a long dress instead, with her long black hair flowing elegantly like a fairy stepping lightly across water.
"Aren't you afraid we'll lift your skirt and assault you?" Fatty joked like a mischievous child with an ink-covered brush, instantly darkening the beautiful scene. This guy has done plenty of outrageous things before.
"I'm not going to turn around and leave if you want to force... violate me," Faint said with a light laugh, her eyes sparkling. In fact, she looked quite beautiful like this.
"If that's the case, I should be moved by your words, and then the three of us could sit down and discuss serious matters. Unfortunately, that's not the case. I have no obligation to let you understand the complexities of society," Fatty said with a grin, taking a quick step forward. Amidst Faint's scream, Fatty lifted her skirt.
Oh, Faint wasn't wearing safety shorts; I saw her white underwear with red polka dots. Coughing lightly to maintain my composure, I said, "Alright, now for serious business."
Fatty casually walked to the fridge and asked, "Mineral water or cola?"
Faint quickly regained her composure. Although there was still a slight blush on her neck, she replied, "Do you have beer?"
"You met a lot of people last time; can you introduce a few to us?" I asked Faint with a smile.
"That might be a bit difficult," Faint said as she took the beer can that Fatty handed her, frowning slightly.
"Oh? But you reported many last time," Fatty said, handing me a cigarette and looking displeased as he turned to Faint. "Your attitude is really bad. Do you believe I can immediately turn you into the Summer Rain Lotus of Daming Lake?"
"Reporting is one thing; introducing is another. They're completely different matters," Faint rolled her eyes at Fatty. "Isn't it the same as police arresting someone versus going undercover?"
"Well, we're not police," I corrected.
"Tch, those of us in this line of work know there are insiders within the police. We all understand how things work. Right now, all the con artists outside are being very cautious," Faint said as she opened the beer can with a smile.
"You are right; we've already revealed ourselves," I said in surprise. Wow, this is truly a case of failing before even starting.
"Everyone knows that an event like this is happening in Star City, but they don't know who is behind it. I only guessed because of your questions," Faint mischievously winked. "Do I look that foolish?"
"You are very smart," I said with a wry smile, "so you haven't been with anyone else, right?"
"Why would I be with anyone else? I actually hope to catch all the remaining escorts in one go," Faint said, her eyes sparkling.
"What do you mean?" Fatty asked in surprise.
Faint took a sip of beer and snorted, "You pervert, all you think about are bad things, so of course you can't guess. Brother Zhong definitely knows."
I had no idea and was about to admit it when I caught Faint's cunning gaze and her smirk of schadenfreude. A thought crossed my mind, and I laughed, "So she can eliminate some competitors and gain an advantage in this industry, becoming specialized, big, and strong. Is that what you mean?"
Faint put down her beer, clapped her hands, and laughed, "Brother Zhong is indeed spot on."
"Don't just praise me; give me something practical. How can I meet these escorts?" I asked with a smile.
Upon hearing my question, Faint's smile faded as she furrowed her brows and thought for a while before saying, "Brother Zhong, how about this? I'll first introduce you to be a Matchmaker. After doing it a few times, you'll get to see those behind-the-scenes Brokers."
"Brokers?" I asked in surprise. "There's a distinction among Brokers?"
"This is different from the Brokers in casinos. Um, how should I put it," Faint said as she pressed her lips together and pondered for a moment. "The Brokers for Matchmakers are similar to introducers. Those large Dating Websites often have uneven gender distributions due to regional reasons. For example, in Moon City, the ratio of male to female members for matchmaking is as high as one to nine. That means out of ten members, only one is male while the other nine are female."
I raised my eyebrows and laughed, "Is it really that exaggerated?"
Faint nodded. "This is based on statistics from the Website; it can't be false. The subjects of the statistics are VIP clients who pay annual fees of over ten thousand, which is why the ratio is so skewed. Of course, the gender ratio in Moon City itself is quite abnormal."
"What about Star City?" Fatty asked with a smile.
"The situation in Star City is still considered normal, but the male-to-female member ratio on the Dating Website has reached one to three," Faint said as he took a large sip of beer.
"Tsk tsk," both Fatty and I exclaimed.
"Because of this, the Dating Website faces a problem. Those female members who have paid hefty fees but have no men to date will naturally be furious. Many are older single women, and their tempers can be quite peculiar. Sarcasm and ridicule are the least of it; some with connections directly expose the issue to the media or threaten to demand refunds, even using various government agencies to apply pressure. Those who can afford such high membership fees are usually industry elites, so they do have some connections," Faint continued without pause.
I laughed and asked, "So how do they solve this?"
"At this point, the Matchmaker's Broker starts contacting the Website. I have about ten handsome guys who can help you solve your urgent needs; each time, they just charge a fee and so on," Faint replied with a smile.
"Only ten? That's so few," Fatty said in surprise. "Every successful match means one less guy. Facing all the experienced women in Star City, that seems like a drop in the bucket."
"That's enough," Faint smiled slightly. "These handsome guys are not going to end up with those members; they are just acting according to a script. What elite, what sales manager, what rich second-generation civil servant—these identities are all fabricated. Even those so-called houses and cars are props, borrowed or rented. These people are all professional Matchmakers."
I frowned and asked, "What if one of the dating candidates actually falls for a Matchmaker?"
Faint sneered, "When Brokers recruit Matchmakers, they undergo training, so the Matchmakers know their roles very well and will not develop inappropriate feelings for those female members. As the saying goes, it takes two to tango; if the Matchmaker firmly insists it's not a match, then the woman can only lament her fate."
I understood now; after all, these ten or so Matchmakers would take turns meeting with those female members, which would give the Website an explanation. It's not that our Website is incapable; look at all these Rich Handsome Guys—how could you not manage to connect with even one? This clearly means your fate hasn't arrived yet. Why not renew your membership for another year? Your prince charming might just be around the next corner...
"I can help you contact a Broker who will train you to become qualified Matchmakers. After completing a few tasks, he will lower his guard, and then you can meet him," Faint concluded.
"You mean we can't meet the Broker even when applying to be Matchmakers?" Fatty found this hard to believe.
"Of course not! The Broker is not someone you can meet casually. What if you were undercover? Oh wait, I almost forgot—you actually are undercover," Faint laughed. "Even I haven't met him in person; I only contact him through WeChat."
I pondered for a moment and asked, "One question: all the matchmakers you mentioned earlier are handsome men. Is it that matchmakers are only male?"
"The times have changed. In the past, matchmakers were primarily women. Nowadays, the dating websites are filled with female members and female matchmakers. If business is slow, they might starve," Faint replied with a smile.
"I understand now. And one more thing, neither of us can be considered handsome," I said.
"Where in the world are there so many handsome matchmakers? This isn't a soap opera. If every single one were a rich handsome guy, the female members would start to doubt it, right? So for matchmakers, out of ten, at most two would be good-looking; the other seven would be average-looking, like Brother Zhong here. Hehe, will you hate me for saying this?" Faint laughed at me.
"You're just speaking the truth," I waved my hand dismissively. "Two handsome ones, seven average ones, and what about the last one?"
"The last one is someone with very obvious flaws—like an old man or a hunchbacked person or someone bald and limping. This adds to the authenticity. Of course, this type of person has a common trait: they are successful and wealthy," Faint said while glancing at Fatty.
Fatty immediately got angry. "What do you mean by looking at me like that? Am I one of those people?"
Faint laughed, "Just look at your belly; it's clear you've been successful in your career. Besides, you even brought your own props—the Audi car key looks real."
Fatty snorted, while I chuckled and said, "Alright then, help us get in touch; we want to be matchmakers."
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