Chapter 1820: A Matchmaking Corner for Young People

Song Qiao Song Qiao has very few friends, but every one of them is a genuine connection, making each one exceptionally precious.

Facing Xiao Yang's coquettish behavior, he also proudly tilted his chin: "Alright then, I'll definitely send you plenty, using my own wages! But you have to take me out for some real fun!"

The last time he came, the weather was freezing, and he had to attend the expo; he felt like he didn't get to play much at all, and the long car ride was just exhausting.

Xiao Yang quickly said: "High-speed rail business class, I'll pay for it! Just send me a message when I'm on break, I'll plan the itinerary, and you come over immediately!"

The two whispered and plotted for a while, having already reserved pears, apples, large pomegranates, winter dates, late-season peaches, autumn cucumbers, and various rice noodles from the mountain...

Xiao Yang rubbed his hands together: "Once we finish harvesting the wheat, I'll go back and apply for funding from my dad, then rent a place next to the school to open a studio!"

What a perfectly legitimate excuse.

Only Song Qiao Song Qiao faced the core issue: "Will there be a really, really big refrigerator in the studio?"

Xiao Yang opened his mouth, then closed it again.

After a moment, he said: "I'll rent a separate room next to the studio; the large freezer and fresh-keeping cabinet cannot be placed in any public area."

It seems a fall into a pit really does make one wiser.

Song Qiao Song Qiao nodded, then looked at the military parade formation playing on repeat in the video, and finally hesitated:

"Xiao Yang, will your school's military training involve marching like this? Can I come and watch?"

It was truly so majestic! It made his heart thump, though he didn't know why he was so excited.

Xiao Yang patted his chest: "Don't worry. I'll report it in advance and arrange for you to enter as a visitor—if I can bring in two crates of cucumbers, every freshman will know my name!"

When he starts his business in the future, won't it be a breeze to connect with seniors, classmates, and juniors?

Hehe!

Dreaming of the future, both of them were quite excited. Seeing the rumbling harvester almost upon them, they immediately put on their large straw hats and stood on tiptoe, waiting.

Meanwhile, just as Aunt Zhang Hong got off the bus, the drizzling rain began again.

She opened her umbrella and walked to the bus stop, noticing that while the bus in front wasn't the one she had asked about, it was packed tight with people.

Thinking that both her travel and meal expenses were being reimbursed, she didn't hesitate—why not take advantage of the public's dime? She would take a taxi too!

It was a pity she didn't know how to use that online ride-hailing thing; she would have to learn when she got back so she could be trendy next time she came to the city.

"Yuncheng Hotel." Once in the taxi, she briskly announced her destination.

The Yuncheng Hotel was an old hotel with quite a sense of history, right next to the City Garden, and had been standing for decades.

Although it had gradually declined with the progress of the times, most people in Yuncheng knew of it.

The driver turned the steering wheel: "Got it! It's raining, there aren't many people at the park entrance, so it shouldn't be jammed."

Aunt Zhang Hong didn't have much of a concept of "traffic jams," so she just asked: "Driver, I heard they're holding some kind of matchmaking corner there today, how is it?"

How would the driver know that?

But it didn't matter; he pressed his phone and spoke into a group chat: "Does anyone know about that matchmaking event at the Yuncheng Hotel today? What's the situation?"

In Yuncheng, there wasn't a piece of news a taxi driver couldn't dig up! Two or three minutes later, voice messages poured in one after another. The driver didn't even need to relay them; he just turned up the volume.

Aunt Zhang Hong pricked up her ears.

【Matchmaking event at Yuncheng Hotel? Oh my, how come I haven't heard of it? I need to sign up my nephew.】

【You're behind the times. This event happens every five or six months. They set up a tea area, and people from different work units go and mingle—I don't know if anyone actually succeeds, but they provide lunch, a buffet, eat all you want!】

A buffet?!

Aunt Zhang Hong straightened her back, feeling the trip was already worth it.

【What's the deal with your nephew? Don't just say it in the group. You have to be from a work unit to sign up.】

【Exactly, they look for partners within their units. Unless you're a boss, they generally don't look at other industries...】

【Doesn't seem like many succeed. A girl from my relative's family went; I heard nobody has signed up for this event in years, and in the end, they just force people to fill the quotas...】

Oh my!

Aunt Zhang Hong listened silently, feeling that this group of drivers was useless; there was no real substance in their news.

Forget it. She paid the fare, got out of the car, opened her umbrella, and marched inside with high spirits:

With so many fine young men and women in their village, this matchmaking event had to have something real to offer.

But Aunt Zhang Hong's courage, after asking around and finding the place, dissipated the moment she entered the venue.

For no other reason than that it was too silent.

The matchmaking corner she had imagined:

Either personal information sheets were displayed, or people were chatting with each other, young people drinking milk tea, whispering, and if they hit it off, they'd make another date...

The reality was that small tea tables were set up in the reserved banquet hall, with hot green tea, chrysanthemum tea, and rose tea to choose from, and plates filled with candies, cookies, and preserved plums.

But, while there were young people, and milk tea and coffee, several takeout bags were piled up on a table in the corner.

Yet nobody was talking.

Everyone was holding their own phones, scrolling away, and when they heard the door open, they would glance up—Aunt Zhang Hong had even dressed in her brand-new, decent clothes today!

But, nobody paid her any mind.

Everyone quickly lowered their heads and went back to scrolling.

Aunt Zhang Hong was bewildered.

Is this it? What am I supposed to learn? Do they confiscate phones at matchmaking corners? Secretary Zhu didn't say anything about that!

She stood at the entrance, stunned for a long time, until a young girl near the door looked up twice, hesitated, looked left and right, and took the initiative to approach:

"Auntie, are you looking for someone or..."

Aunt Zhang Hong's face suddenly flushed red, and she said somewhat awkwardly: "I'm just here to look, just to look..."

The girl was blank for a moment, wondering if her child was here.

But then she saw Aunt Zhang Hong lean in and carefully ask about the chair in front of her:

"Miss, can I sit here?"

The girl burst into a laugh: "Sit, Auntie, none of us have partners here anyway."

Aunt Zhang Hong sat down, her brows furrowed, filled with worry.

She turned her body to look around, and felt even more worried.

Because the venue layout wasn't even as good as she had imagined—the food and drink, she had even considered that they couldn't put out those things from the Song family, as they were too delicious and would distract from the chatting.

She had even planned to ask if they could sponsor some tea dust...

But this... sigh!

A wasted trip!

Seeing the girl lower her head to scroll on her phone again, she endured it for a moment, but couldn't help herself:

"Miss, aren't you all here for matchmaking? Why is nobody talking?"

There was a man playing a video with a loud, vibrating voice, and every time that demonic cackling laughter rang out, several girls frowned.

The girl in front of her looked up:

"Auntie, we're just here to go through the motions; nobody actually plans to find a suitable match here." ===== CHAPTER 1821 =====