Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?!-Chapter 134 - 132 Teacher Hu: Never mind, plans can’t keep up with changes

Chapter 134: Chapter 132 Teacher Hu: Never mind, plans can’t keep up with changes

"Of course not, I was just speaking off the cuff." Nan Zhubin sighed deeply, "Tell me what you found out, if there’s something missing, I can go back and fill in the gaps."

Mr. Hu nodded and started to share his findings—

First, Mr. Hu added the receptionist on WeChat.

Mr. Hu emphasized, "It’s the work WeChat."

Nan Zhubin pursed his lips, feeling that neither praising nor looking down on him was suitable in this situation.

"Be careful of [transference]." Nan Zhubin reminded, "And [countertransference]."

"Impossible." Mr. Hu scoffed, "Who do we see every day? It’s Xiaojia and Supervisor Weng! Compared to her... there’s quite a gap."

Hmm... huh?

Nan Zhubin first nodded, then blinked and paused: "Your subconscious reaction seems a bit off."

Mr. Hu’s breath hitched, but his face remained expressionless as he brought the topic back around.

"Let me tell you what I know."

"Firstly, I just posed as your ’brother’, expressed concerns about your situation, and after conveying my desire for continued consultations, she immediately recommended the expensive, long-term consultation package to me."

"Even when I mentioned that my long-term worry as your ’brother’ made me need consultation as well." Mr. Hu gave Nan Zhubin a glance, "She recommended the long consultation package to me directly too."

This behavior was overly sales-driven.

Mr. Hu stroked his bearded chin, "I know what you’re thinking. Although this behavior is annoying, it’s quite common in positions with sales commissions. Nowadays, many companies will directly recommend the most expensive products regardless of the consumer’s situation. But..."

Nan Zhubin picked up the topic: "This is a psychological clinic; seeing ’such’ behavior ’here’ is not quite appropriate."

It’s like going to the hospital for a minor scratch and being led for an X-ray and cast, or catching a cold and getting IV antibiotics prescribed by the box.

Excessive.

Mr. Hu nodded appreciatively: "After I expressed the willingness to purchase the long package, her attitude warmed considerably."

Nan Zhubin nodded: "You didn’t pay directly, right?"

"Of course not."

Simply expressing the intent to pay, in the end, not paying, lets one receive the treatment as if they paid.

Mr. Hu indeed was skillful.

"It was indeed right to ask for your help; someone else really wouldn’t have managed it." Nan Zhubin gestured with his hand, "Go on."

"Then our conversation delved deeper—of course, it’s still mostly about our daily lives, and then gradually under my guidance, it focused on her work life."

Like reciting a precious collection, Mr. Hu said, "According to her, the business at the psychological clinic is quite good, each consultant can ensure at least four consultations per week; simultaneously, although the consultants’ commissions are confidential, due to the flat management structure, every consultant only has the shareholder managing the consultations—who is your teacher—as their superior, so essentially everyone is a ’partner’ of the clinic, hence commissions are 50% or above."

Mr. Hu paused here, revealing visible envy, "Of course, this number is what the receptionist conjectured."

Nan Zhubin mused silently, "Even if it’s just a guess, it’s enough to make someone want to switch jobs, right?"

Mr. Hu blinked, then slapped his own cheeks firmly to adjust his expression.

Luckily, his beard was beautiful enough; even if his face turned red from the slaps, large areas were concealed, preventing the red marks from being visible.

"Next, I asked her about the type of visitors coming in regularly. She said roughly 30% to 50% of them are young students, that is, college students."

Mr. Hu glanced at Nan Zhubin, mimicking the usual look between Nan Zhubin and Weng Pinting, attempting to read some expression off his face.

But Mr. Hu saw nothing, only a face seriously and earnestly listening to the conversation.

Nan Zhubin pondered for a moment: "Anything else?"

"That’s it, all you can get from a receptionist are these bits, the rest are personal lifestyle details... are you interested?"

Nan Zhubin waved his hand, indicating he was not.

"This much is enough, the findings here, combined with what I got from you, are enough to support me taking some actions later."

Mr. Hu asked, "What next?"

This question raised an eyebrow from Nan Zhubin, who looked at Mr. Hu and surprisingly saw a bit of eagerness in him.

Before engaging, he was cautious about everything, asking a slew of irrelevant questions.

But now, after getting involved in a brief activity, Mr. Hu was more enthusiastic than Nan Zhubin himself.

Nan Zhubin laughed, "Next, nothing much. I need to consolidate this information and figure out how to utilize it, so this operation ends here; for now, we’re just a pair of brothers consulting but not yet deciding on long-term consultation, hence we won’t make a second visit."

"I don’t want Lin Lulin to notice anything unusual. I can ensure my consultant won’t divulge our affairs, if possible, you’ll need to carry on pretending with the receptionist before severing contact to appear more normal..."

Nan Zhubin paused, "Of course, if you want to maintain contact, that’s up to you. But it’s best, for at least this month, not to tell her everything, please."

Mr. Hu gave no direct answer to Nan Zhubin, just chuckled:

"You promised me you’d introduce me to the boss, get me into lectures and stuff later, you have to keep your word."

Nan Zhubin nodded, "Of course."

The exchange of information complete, their mission to Liu Lin Psychological Clinic was accomplished.

The two ended the conversation and started heading out.

Mr. Hu seemed very relaxed, still carrying a bit of thrill, so he talked quite a bit.

"What do you plan to do next, is there anything else you need help with?"

Nan Zhubin gave the bearded man a look, pondered, "Perhaps, I have a pretty detailed plan, which progresses step by step."

Mr. Hu showed curiosity, "Tell me about it, since after all, I’m already involved, if... huh? ’Brother’?"

"... Nan Zhubin?"

Mr. Hu received no response.

...

While walking, the bearded man suddenly realized Nan Zhubin had fallen two paces behind.

Somewhere along the line, he froze and stopped.

The bearded man blinked, first looked back to confirm Nan Zhubin’s position; then he adjusted his gaze and looked ahead following Nan Zhubin’s line of sight.

At this moment, they had reached the psychological clinic’s reception hall—where the visitors first come in to talk and register with the receptionist.

A girl who seemed like a college student was talking to the receptionist, her voice clear and pleasant.

Mr. Hu could clearly hear their conversation.

"Hello, welcome to ’Liu Lin Psychological Clinic’, do you have an appointment?"

"Hello... my name is Zhang Lu, I was... recommended here by a teacher from our school."

"Alright, let me check—Zhang Lu, found it! The appointment is with the teacher responsible for solving [academic issues], right?"

"Yes, mainly [academic issues]. Perhaps also [cognition]—that’s what my teacher at school told me that I urgently need to resolve..."

Hearing this, the receptionist put on a standard smile, "It’s okay, once you’re here, the teacher will reassess you."

"Who knows, the issues troubling you might not be what you imagine."

The gentle voice helped the somewhat timid girl relax, seemingly giving her courage, making her movements much more natural.

...

Mr. Hu stepped back two steps, placing a hand on Nan Zhubin’s shoulder, finding the young consultant’s body unexpectedly tense.

He seemed to understand something.

"Mr. Nan, do you know this visitor?"

Nan Zhubin didn’t reply.

Mr. Hu thought Nan Zhubin’s expression looked familiar.

Thus, Mr. Hu’s own expression began to turn slightly anxious.

Mr. Hu swallowed, "Hey, hey, Mr. Nan... no, Zhuren, I recall you saying you have plans right? We should discreetly leave now, so shouldn’t we follow the plan next? You... hey!"

Suddenly, Mr. Hu’s hand fell away, as the young consultant had already taken large strides forward.

At the reception, Zhang Lu happened to look up. Upon seeing Nan Zhubin, her once-relaxed face further bloomed with an expression of pleasant surprise.

She sounded filled with hope: "Ah? Mr. Nan, you work here too? That’s wonderful!" fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

The receptionist tilted her head, eyes showing confusion.

She looked through the registration: Mr. Nan? Isn’t this person’s surname Hu?

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