Lu Feng could only remain silent upon hearing this, feeling as if he were being paired with a superior breeding pig.
"Their daughter is coming back today. You two can meet at noon, but she won't come home. Just make arrangements outside, and have Lu Feng come with me. If they like each other, then you can bring her home." The matchmaker looked at Lu Feng's mother earnestly and said, "Little Feng's mother, I have to say something upfront: their bride price is very high!"
"It's not a problem. Nowadays, a typical dowry for a bride is five or six thousand yuan. Some families who are particular about it will give eight thousand eight. As long as the two of you can get together, eighty-eight thousand is no big deal," Lu Feng's mother said happily.
Upon hearing this, the matchmaker became happy. She then inquired about her matchmaker fee and, after confirming that everything was in order, asked Lu Feng to pack his things and leave with her.
Lu Feng changed his clothes and tidied himself up. Although he thought this was just nonsense, there was no fun at home, so he might as well go out for some fresh air and meet some new people.
We drove to the county center. The county is very poor now, with only two large farmers' markets, one selling daily necessities and the other selling clothes and home appliances.
Forget about finding a coffee shop or something.
Lu Feng booked a private room at the best restaurant in the county. The matchmaker asked him to order the dishes first, and then went downstairs and soon brought up a girl. She pushed open the door and walked in. Lu Feng looked the girl up and down and froze.
The girl was indeed quite pretty, about 1.65 meters tall, with permed hair and wearing a pink wool coat. She didn't wear much makeup, and her skin was clearly from the north. Her cheeks were slightly red from the cold. She didn't dare to look at Lu Feng when she entered the room, her eyes fixed on the floor.
Lu Feng was stunned because he had seen the pink wool coat last night, and the person's height and build were similar. In such a small county, there was probably no one else who looked so similar.
"Please sit down, please sit down. Lu Feng, please greet the guests," the matchmaker said hurriedly.
"Don't be so polite, please sit down. It's quite cold outside, isn't it?" Lu Feng said politely, standing up to pour her a cup of tea and asking, "What's your name?"
"Fangfang!" the girl said softly.
Lu Feng was speechless upon hearing this answer. He looked at the matchmaker, who smoothed things over, saying, "His surname is Wang, Wang Erfang. And his name is Lu Feng. He's currently developing his business in the south and has a factory here, right?"
“There is a factory here, but I don’t really need to manage it anymore.” Lu Feng looked at the girl sitting opposite him. She was indeed considered pretty by the locals, but Lu Feng had traveled all over the country for many years and had seen all kinds of charm. In his eyes, she was just average.
As for being a college student, that's utter nonsense. Lu Feng could tell from her innocent face that she had never left the city in her entire life.
"I heard from this aunt that you graduated from university. Which university? What did you major in?" Lu Feng asked.
"I... um..." Fangfang stammered, her head down.
"Young lady, don't ask such questions. They're too shy to even look at you. Let me tell you, their school is amazing, second only to Tsinghua and Peking University, and they're studying some very prestigious majors." The matchmaker said to Lu Feng, "Tell me about yourself."
After the matchmaker finished speaking, she said a few more words to Fangfang, telling her not to be shy, to look up and say whatever came to mind. Fangfang looked up at Lu Feng and asked directly, "Do you own a Santana?"
Upon hearing this, Lu Feng thought back carefully. He realized that the Santana he had bought years ago had been sold long ago, so he honestly replied, "No, but I still have two Crown Mercedes-Benzes."
Fangfang looked at the matchmaker and asked, "Didn't you say you were rich? How come you don't even own a Santana?"
The matchmaker grew anxious and asked Lu Feng, "You own a factory, and you can't even afford a Santana?"
"I..." Lu Feng was speechless when asked the question, and could only awkwardly say, "I'll try my best, I can buy it."
"How much money does your factory make in a year? Does the money go to you, or is it managed by your parents?" Fangfang asked again.
"I really don't know anything about what's going on at the factory," Lu Feng replied honestly.
"Your factory, you don't know it?" Fangfang, no longer shy as she entered, looked at the matchmaker, seemingly starting to feel dissatisfied with Lu Feng.
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