Niuniu has written a series of profiles for a popular women's magazine in Shenzhen. The first three articles were about people who lived interesting lives: a Harvard graduate who helped poor and abused women in the countryside; a young college professor who chased down a robber trying to mug some pedestrians; and a slacker and his experiences hanging out in the underground culture of Beijing. The fourth article was about a fiftysomething woman who became a self-made multimillionaire. The fifth focused on a young man who made enough money playing video games to be able to buy a house and a car. There was no feedback from readers about the first three articles. However, the magazine forwarded Niuniu sacks of letters responding to the last two. Shenzhen men, from 18 to 60, have written asking to be put in contact with the multimillionaire. Young women and parents with daughters send letters and photographs hoping for an introduction to the young man. One woman, the mother of a girl named Tian, has started calling her at the office. 'Have you sent my daughter's picture to the young man yet?' 'Yes, I did,' Niuniu says. 'Are you sure?' 'Yes. I'm sure.' 'Why hasn't he replied? Tian is very cute. You know that. He has no reason not to like her.' 'Why do you want your daughter to marry somebody you don't even know?' 'He has a house and a car. Tian won't need to take the bus to work every day.' 'Many people have cars and houses. You don't even want to know where the house is and what type of car he drives?' 'I wouldn't know the difference. Did you really send my daughter's picture to him?' 'What do you mean by that?' 'You sound like a young girl. Perhaps you want to marry a man who owns a house and a car, and you don't want my daughter to compete with you because she is prettier than you.' 'Oh, come on. I have a house and a car. I don't need to marry for a house and a car,' Niuniu snaps. 'Really? You really have your own house and car? You know, I also have a son, who is 23. He has just graduated from Shenzhen University with a major in business. His name is Qiang. He is very handsome. Perhaps I can introduce the two of you.' 'I'm sorry, but I have to go back to work,' says Niuniu, who has run out of patience. She's heard that people nowadays only want to make quick money, but she never imagined they could be so brazen. It's not only women who are gold-diggers. Men want to marry into money - and many parents approve of this mentality. How much is 'money'? Apparently, owning a house and a car are two of the qualifications. As Niuniu is thinking about this, another sack of letters arrives. She sighs and starts looking through them. One of the letters grabs her attention. It's addressed to the wealthy woman, and is from a recent college graduate. 'Dear Madam: I read about you in Niuniu's article in Shenzhen Friends magazine. As a 23-year-old graduate from business school, I admire your instincts with financial matters and your life experiences. I don't know how many times I've re-read that article. I have read it so many times that I feel that I already know you. Over time, I've found that my admiration for you has grown into true love. I don't know if you are married or not. But I believe in destiny. We were meant to be together. Now that I have read about you - and fallen in love with you - I'd like to have an opportunity to take our relationship to the next level. Your admirer, Qiang.' Niuniu notices the handwriting is the same as that of Tian's letter to the young man, and that the return address is also the same. Obviously, the mother wrote them both. 'What kind of mother is this?' Niuniu wonders. Just then, Niuniu's phone rings. It's the mother again. 'So, Niuniu, would you like to meet my son tomorrow? I just spoke with him, and he's free.' 'I thought you preferred a daughter-in-law your age,' Niuniu says. 'I'm sorry, but I guess I am just too young for your son.' And she hangs up.