Ning An's Wild Wish System

"You mean you want someone handsome and rich, who doesn’t necessarily have to come home, as long as he makes money for you to spend, right?"

Granny Wang turned to look at her, with a pained expression on her face.

"Yeah, isn’t it a man’s job to earn money and let women spend it?"

The girl replied naturally, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Owns a car and a house, and has to be skilled, especially in driving."

Granny Wang glanced at the stage below, trying to lighten the awkward atmosphere with a joke.

She pointed around, and the audience burst into boos, so Granny Wang turned her head, hugging the girl: "You need to tell your godmother, are you native of Gan Province or anywhere’s fine?"

The girl replied with a knowing smile, "Born and raised in Shangrao, Gan Province."

"I know, the partner you’re looking for, huh?"

"Not limited."

"Not limited, anywhere in the country is fine."

Granny Wang’s eyes twinkled: "Anywhere’s fine, as long as they’re on Earth."

The girl quickly interjected: "No, not foreigners."

Granny Wang nodded, indicating she understood, then announced to the crowd: "In short, just one thing, someone rich and handsome."

"Anyone rich and handsome, come on!"

As soon as she said this, the audience fell into an eerie silence.

But on the live broadcast, the reaction was already uproarious.

"I don’t deny that some men do meet women’s criteria of wealth, attractiveness, and loyalty, but most men won’t hit all three marks."

"Yeah, if someone like that shows up around an ordinary girl, she better be careful, because it could be a love scam."

"This is hilarious! Granny Wang: I’m Granny Wang, not a tortoise! Wish, please exit and turn left, go to Changchun Temple!"

"..."

Seeing no response from the audience, Granny Wang turned her head and sighed, asking:

"Girl, may I ask what your standard for being rich is?"

"Three hundred thousand!"

"Three hundred thousand annual income?"

"Yes, and it must be after tax!"

The girl answered firmly, clearly having this answer prepared in advance.

Granny Wang was taken aback, unable to smile at all: "Oh dear, annual income of over 300,000 after tax, how could such people come to me?"

The girl raised the microphone, adding: "If he’s a civil servant, I’m okay with around 200,000; otherwise, it must be over 300,000!"

Following this statement, the live broadcast’s comment section erupted even more fiercely.

"This girl doesn’t seem to grasp the concept of 200,000 in the public sector [laugh cry]?"

"With 200,000 in the public sector, do you think someone at that level is lacking in female attention?"

"A 30-year-old, 180 cm tall government official falls in love with unemployed me."

"When she talks about money, it sounds like a money printing machine, why is it so hard for me to earn?"

"At wish fountains, people at least throw a coin before making a wish. I can’t tell if these people are doing it for the show or if those are truly their partner selection standards, it’s ridiculous."

"..."

Granny Wang looked at the audience, yet to pick a suitable person, while the girl came closer, shyly pointing at someone.

"Which one? What are you wearing?"

The girl pointed again: "The one in black clothes."

Granny Wang followed her gaze, hugging the girl and leaning forward: "Twenty-four years old, both are wearing black, with hats?"

"No, it’s him, it’s him."

Granny Wang followed her line of sight to point at someone, and the girl pouted and playfully said: "Not this one, it’s him, it’s him."

"Come on, where’s the microphone?"

The stage crew handed the microphone to him, and Granny Wang asked: "Are you 180 cm tall?"

The young man responded with a grin: "I’m about 178 cm, but with shoes, surely I’m 180 cm..."

Before he could finish, the girl’s lips curled slightly, and she averted her gaze:

"Next!"

Granny Wang regretted: "That’s unfortunate; she wants someone who’s 180 cm tall."

The girl, as if discovering a new land, pointed out again: "Godmother, that one, that one."

Looking in the direction, Granny Wang also pointed: "The one in black clothes?"

The girl giggled: "No, the one behind him."

"The one behind the one with the hat is probably his father."

Granny Wang slightly frowned and laughed with some anger: "Even at his age, you’re interested."

The girl, slightly embarrassed, quickly laughed and added: "The one behind his behind."

Granny Wang looked over there: "Behind his father, what color is he wearing?"

Before Granny Wang could finish asking, someone shouted from the audience: "He has a wife!"

"He has a wife?"

The girl’s face instantly clouded over, her voice rising a few notches.

Granny Wang, full of disdain, said: "Who says so? They don’t even know him."

The girl said with grievances: "He has a wife, and a son."

Granny Wang didn’t even look at him, pointing at the young man: "Here, the one behind with the glasses, is that you?"

The girl, with pride, immediately denied: "No."

Granny Wang really wanted to give her a scolding, but still maintained her professionalism, keeping a smile: "Then this one, the one with the hat."

"The one with the hat, it’s not you; the other one with the hat, only you two are wearing hats nearby, if not him, then who else?"

Very soon, the boy in a hat, reluctantly was pushed to the front of the stage.

Seeing the boy’s appearance, Granny Wang nodded and teasingly said to the girl: "He’s handsome, indeed, but..."

Before Granny Wang could finish, the girl interrupted: "Handsome ones don’t need money."

After saying that, she shyly covered her face.

Granny Wang looked at her with a half-smile, then turned to the boy: "Sweetheart, do you have money?"

"Huh?"