The Love of Passerby A

Chapter 604: A Survival Guide for Women in the Old Republic of China (143)

Although these were harsh and derogatory words, they were also the truth, and Wu Yong was unable to refute them.

Just when he wanted to back out, he couldn't help but think of Zhou Jing's rare expectant eyes, so he could only bite the bullet and say, "I'll pay more. No matter what, you go to Yao's house first to test the waters for me."

"I can go, but no matter whether it succeeds or not, I will not refund the money I paid for running errands." After saying this, the matchmaker took the remuneration handed over by Wu Yong.

And he also made a gesture of wiping his mouth.

Wu Yong generously cut two pounds of meat from the shop and gave it to her.

With money in her pocket and meat in her hand, the matchmaker smiled and agreed: "I will go to Yao's house tomorrow to ask the young boss. Although the success rate is not high, I will still try my best to say something good."

Wu Yong thanked the other party repeatedly.

After the butcher shop closed in the evening, another clerk in the shop brought up this matter while chatting in the yard.

"That person has really high standards. He didn't like anyone else, but chose Doctor Yao's daughter."

"Who said it wasn't? I heard that Miss Yao seems to be pretty, and Shopkeeper Zhao's son is also interested in her."

"Of course she's good, I think she's a fairy." This person was in the store when Yao Huang came that day.

Zhou Jing, who was hiding in the dark, heard that several of his colleagues were so pessimistic about his marriage with Yao Huang, but he didn't care much. After all, he was naturally different from those who could only see the surface.

Thinking that Wu Yong would find the matchmaker tomorrow and bring the news, he couldn't help but feel excited.

The next day, the matchmaker came to Yao's house as expected and expressed her purpose to Yao Liang in a tactful tone.

Perhaps because she was afraid of being kicked out, the matchmaker spoke rather obscurely: "Doctor Yao, I know your daughter has just returned to Qiucheng. You may not want her to get married so soon, but a girl cannot be kept at home when she grows up. Even if you don't consider the boss of the butcher shop, you can look at other people first."

After hearing this, Yao Liang's expression froze, but immediately returned to normal.

What a joke! It is said that this guest official can be more brutal than the boss when he gets ruthless. Can he still be the boss of the other party?

"How about this! I know what you mean. After all, he is the young boss, and I can't not give him face." Yao Liang did not agree immediately, but pretended to be embarrassed and said, "How about letting the two children see each other first, and then we can talk about the rest if it works out!"

Huh? Upon hearing this, the matchmaker was a little dumbfounded. She originally thought that this deal was the end of her business, with just a little money for running errands and two pounds of meat.

I never expected that Dr. Yao would actually express his desire to see it.

"Okay, okay, I'll go back and tell them and we'll arrange a time as soon as possible." The matchmaker smiled so hard that wrinkles appeared on her face.

Make a fortune, make a fortune, everyone knows that Wu Yong gives a lot of money! It's just that no one has been successful in matchmaking before. If it really works this time, it will be much more profitable than if I can match several people myself.

The matchmaker could hardly wait to say goodbye to Yao Liang, and went out to Zhou's house to reply.

Zhang Dahe, who was working as a handyman in the pharmacy, opened his mouth wide in disbelief.

"What are you looking at? Your jaw is about to drop." Yao Liang glanced at the apprentice, "You've been eavesdropping all day long. Can't you focus on the right path?"

After scolding Zhang Dahe, Yao Liang went back to the backyard.

Yao Huang was watering flowers in the yard at the moment. When he saw Yao Liang coming, he put down the kettle in his hand and saluted him respectfully.

Wearing his old jacket and skirt again, Yao Huang's words and deeds seemed to be completely different from the former modern-style Doctor Su.

"Daughter, water the flowers here!" Yao Liang waved his hand to let the maidservant who was serving her go down. After the maids had gone far away and only the "father and daughter" were left in the yard, he changed his attitude and said, "I have already followed the adults' instructions."

Yao Huang sat on a chair to one side and said casually, "I am sorry to trouble you, Doctor Yao. I have taken your daughter's name and she has to marry from your Yong'an Hall. But don't worry, I won't let you suffer in vain."

"Doctor Su, you are too kind." Yao Liang didn't seem to care. "We are all from the same organization. I am just following Boss Shao's instructions and doing what I am supposed to do."

This is how the intelligence organization works. Regardless of whether the person is capable or not, at least he has to be obedient.

Of course! A guest official like Su Xiangran has a much higher degree of freedom, but Yao Liang does not have any power to say "no".

Wu Yong and Zhou Jing received news from the matchmaker.

When the people in the butcher shop found out that the Yao family did not refuse outright but said they wanted to see each other, the two guys who were gossiping yesterday exclaimed, "The sun has risen from the west."

Wu Yong even patted Zhou Jing on the shoulder and said, "You are really lucky in love."

Zhou Jing's performance was relatively calm. He just smiled and nodded.

Afterwards, the matchmaker made several trips back and forth and finally agreed that the two would meet in a private room of a teahouse in Qiucheng three days later. Whether the marriage would be successful would depend on how they met on that day.

Wu Yong, who was determined to help his nephew get married, also thought about buying Zhou Jing a new set of clothes so that he would be in high spirits to meet his future wife one day.

But Zhou Jing rejected it with just a few words.