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The experience has proven that there's no easy money to be made. Haven't I said this before? Don't think I'm being long-winded; it's just that so many recent events keep showing me this point.
I thought I had come up with an easy way to make 300,000 yuan, but things aren't as simple as I imagined. I used to think that love was a straightforward matter, but I was wrong!
I thought dating was just about going out for meals and holding hands, but there always needs to be a spark or opportunity for a date, to eat together, to hold hands, right?
For someone like me, Zuo An'an, with zero experience in romance, these opportunities feel as impossible as a primary school student trying to solve a calculus problem from university—completely unsolvable! Yet, to get that 300,000 yuan, I have to make those two people end up together, but how can I do that?
As I stroked my chin, deep in thought, I realized that late at night seems perfect for contemplation! But while it's great for thinking, coming up with actual results is what truly matters, right?
"Ah... I have no clue at all!" I ruffled my hair in frustration and shouted.
My shout echoed in the quiet room, and suddenly, I remembered that I was living in Yu Wenye's house! What if he heard me yelling? Realizing this, I quickly covered my mouth with my hand.
Better to think quietly! But then again, how can I come up with anything when I've never experienced it myself? I wish I could discuss this with someone!
Discuss? This feels like something I should never even consider discussing! My only friend is Gong Benhan, but the two main characters of this situation are both connected to him, and I'm using his girlfriend's identity… so it clearly wouldn't be appropriate to talk to him about it.
So, the best course of action now is to find some strangers to discuss this with. Strangers…
My gaze landed on the laptop sitting on the table.
Indeed, the greatest invention in the world is the internet! I thought gratefully. On the unknown web, you can find as many strangers as you want.
I immediately turned on my computer and casually entered a so-called famous forum, ready to write a post.
Title: I should come up with a catchy name that can really grab people's attention, right? That way, more people will engage with it.
So—
"An Earth-Shattering, Soul-Stirring, Heart-Wrenching, Dramatic Journey of Love!"
I typed this line into the title bar.
That should attract a lot of attention, right?
Next is the content. With a good title, I can just dive straight into the topic.
I'm a guy, 88 cm tall, weighing 70 kg, with a decent appearance that could even be considered glamorous. I want to pursue a beautiful girl who is tall, attractive, and has great taste. However, this girl doesn't seem to have any interest in me at the moment. So I'm here, desperately seeking advice from all the love experts out there on how to make this girl, who currently has no interest in me, start liking me.
After writing this much in the content section, I clicked the "Submit" button at the bottom right of the page to post it.
Why do I say the internet is the greatest invention in the world? Just look at how quickly the replies came in. Within minutes, there were already many responses under my post.
Unethical Merchant: Are you looking for a marriage partner, Mr. Poster? If so, I suggest you specify your age and annual income in your post, and I'll consider telling you what to do next.
Reading the first reply made my mouth twitch a bit. Now that this person mentioned it, my post did kind of resemble a marriage announcement.
Yang Guo's Aunt: Title fraud! I absolutely hate clickbait... cough cough, although you managed to grab attention with an eye-catching title, I forgot that even if people are drawn in to read, it doesn't mean they will provide useful information.
Four-Color Smoke Bomb: If you want to chase girls, isn't it just a matter of sending flowers or something like that? But with the current economic crisis, I wonder if you have the money to buy flowers, Mr. Poster?
Buying flowers, which costs next to nothing, is no big deal for me, right? However, does the flower attack actually work? I have my doubts about that. If someone sent me flowers, I might not feel happy; I'd probably just think it's a waste. It would be better to give me cash instead... But whatever, it's not like they're buying them for me anyway. I'll just jot that down for now.
Starry Night: You think modern girls are such pushovers? And sending flowers? What a cliché move! Even 9999 roses are just a fleeting spectacle—hardly enough to move anyone, especially the stunning ones. Let's face it, they've seen it all before. My advice? Skip the theatrics and go straight-up with houses or cars. Of course, the big caveat is—OP, you gotta have the cash first! Everything these folks suggest reeks of money talk. Houses and cars? If a girl stays with a guy just for that, their relationship's built on impure motives. Love bought like that isn't even worth having!
Wait… I paused my pen, eyes scanning the comment again. Honestly, what does it matter if Yu Wenye and that girl's relationship is "pure" or not? Once they're together and I pocket that 300k, it's none of my business! My job is just to help him chase her. Mission accomplished? Done. So why am I agonizing over whether their feelings are real?
Yet, irrationally, the idea of forcing a connection through money leaves me uneasy.
Emerald Meadows: The previous commenter's take misses the point. For girls, it's about genuine connection. Plan thoughtful dates, create memories that touch her heart—that's what matters.
Hmm, but what counts as "thoughtful"? I stroked my chin, pondering this life-altering question, then kept reading25.
Scarlet Cardinal: Speaking of heartfelt gestures, my husband did FIVE things that absolutely moved me to tears when we were dating:
Serenaded me with flowers under my apartment at midnight. His silhouette against the dark sky? Swoon.
Camped out for 24 hours to snag concert tickets I wanted.
Scoured the city for perfect dessert spots, then learned to bake them himself.
Ran himself ragged nursing me through gastritis. He lost a whole shirt size by the time I recovered!
This one killed me: He never hung up until I did.
Wait—delayed hang-ups are romantic? Who has time to obsess over phone etiquette? Cringe. But the other ideas? Not bad. I grabbed my pen and scribbled notes.
Whispering Wind: Seriously, buddy, you think you're writing some melodramatic soap opera? Get real! Sure, modern girls don't need cheesy flowers, but you still gotta put in some effort. Serenading under balconies or camping for concert tickets? That's straight outta the 1980s playbook—so outdated! If you want to win her over, play to her interests. Focus on what she loves and work your magic there!
Play to her interests? Hmm, sounds legit. But wait… I know nothing about this girl—not even her name! Name? For someone like me, Zuo An'an, digging up her name should be a cakewalk. I fired up the search bar and typed "XX Cosmetics spokesperson." Bingo—the top result spilled the tea: Lan Ruo. Fancy name, huh? Clicking through, her profile unfolded like a treasure map:
Name: Lan Ruo (Blue)
Age: 18
Zodiac: Scorpio
Lucky Charm: Sapphire
Hobbies: Tennis, ballet
Faves: Blue, chrysanthemums, sweets, dogs, One Hundred Years of Solitude, Roman Holiday, shiny accessories
Hangouts: Tennis courts, cinemas
Idol: Audrey Hepburn
With this intel, the game plan wrote itself. I could already picture Yu Wenye and Lan Ruo strolling into sunset bliss—while me and my 300k check skipped happily into my dream future. The vision was so sweet, I fell asleep grinning like an idiot. Time flew, and before I knew it, my masterplan was in motion—even if my cheeks hurt from smiling too hard.