Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?!-Chapter 162 - 160: That tastes right... huh? It seems not quite right...

Chapter 162: Chapter 160: That tastes right... huh? It seems not quite right...

"You have your own answers in your heart."

Nan Zhubin continued, "It’s just that your answers don’t seem suitable to be voiced in the current setting, fearing that it might ruin the atmosphere or even harm your social standing."

Nan Zhubin gestured around, pointing to those small groups engaged in discussions, whose topics were similar but whose reactions were entirely different from Teacher Hu’s.

On their faces, there was more [anticipation], [excitement].

"You want to seek validation, but it’s obvious that after discussing with several small groups just now, you couldn’t find anyone who shares your viewpoint, right?"

"So—"

Nan Zhubin retracted his outstretched hand and thumbed towards himself.

"You came to me because you think I must be able to give you validation—right."

Nan Zhubin ended with a question but used a tone of affirmation.

This was a certainty of his judgment.

...

Teacher Hu pressed his lips together.

As a seasoned psychological consultant, his heart was once again laid bare by his young colleague.

But this time, Teacher Hu felt no discomfort at having his thoughts uncovered.

He opened his mouth, "I..."

"I agree." Nan Zhubin interrupted him, his expression unchanged the entire time.

"I agree with your idea." Nan Zhubin emphasized once again.

Looking at Nan Zhubin’s spirited face, so unlike the anxious faces of all the center’s employees today, Teacher Hu realized that Nan Zhubin didn’t misunderstand what the boss said yesterday but understood it all along.

At the same time, compared to himself agonizing all night to the point of insomnia and exhaustion, Nan Zhubin had already made a firm choice.

Compared to all the employees, including himself, who wavered between "professional ethics" and "hefty rewards," Nan Zhubin never had any psychological burdens.

Hence, he felt light.

Teacher Hu sighed, then exhaled a relieved breath.

He opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something sentimental or admiring.

It was just at this moment that a message was sent out in the company’s big group.

Hearing the notification sound, Teacher Hu couldn’t help but lean next to Nan Zhubin, looking toward the screen—

[Howard: Shared a file via cloud drive]

[Filename—"Full Tutorial of PUA Private Teaching Course"]

[Link: https://********* Extraction code: ****]

Nan Zhubin blinked and confirmed that this was a message found in the company’s big group.

[Howard: These are some case studies on emotional issues, everyone can take the opportunity to study them before the new work officially begins.]

[Howard: smile.jpg, handshake.jpg]

[Teacher Yang: thumbs-up.jpg]

[...]

For a moment, Teacher Hu forgot what he was going to say.

Then he couldn’t help but laugh.

Nan Zhubin looked over.

Teacher Hu waved his hand and suddenly asked Nan Zhubin, "Do you know what nickname the boss used to have around here?"

"What is it?"

"’Young, naive, and sweet.’"

Nan Zhubin’s pupils slightly widened. It was rare for something to catch him off guard, but this certainly counted.

"Why say such a thing about the boss?"

"Because the boss is very wealthy and doesn’t really understand our industry internally." Teacher Hu sighed, "Earlier on, the boss liked to instruct consultants on how to conduct consultations, but every time he would get scolded by Supervisor Weng—those were real scoldings."

"We used to say—if you’re in a bad mood, go complain to the supervisor; if the supervisor is in a bad mood, she’ll scold the boss; if the boss is in a bad mood, he can only treat everyone to a meal."

"—This way, everyone can feel better, except the boss."

Saying this, Teacher Hu couldn’t help but laugh, "Of course, only those of us who have been here a while know about this, and later on, the boss stopped getting involved. As the company grew, he stopped treating us to meals."

Nan Zhubin looked thoughtfully at the message in the big group.

After Bald Yang, a series of assistants and consultants also started sending workplace emojis, echoing Howard’s message. Upon closer inspection, Shen Bing was also among them.

Teacher Hu was also watching, thought for a moment, didn’t send any message in response, but turned to ask Nan Zhubin, "Do you think the boss is in a good mood now?"

"Of course." Nan Zhubin answered, "Probably so happy he can’t help but hum."

Teacher Hu showed a moment of confusion and absentmindedly replied, "Is it... is it that happy?"

Obviously, he didn’t quite get the joke.

So Teacher Hu quickly changed the topic, "Then what do you think Supervisor Weng’s mood is right now?" ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

Nan Zhubin pondered, "Come to think of it, isn’t Sister Pingting not at work yet today? She..."

Before the words were finished.

Weng Pinting, who had just been mentioned in their conversation, suddenly appeared.

She tread on black, glossy high heels, each step producing a sound as strong as if made by the striking of steel, her tall and slender figure exuding an imposing knight-like aura.

Then, under everyone’s gaze, she marched toward the boss’s office.

Nan Zhubin and Teacher Hu exchanged a glance.

...

"Old Howard, I saw you sent a message in the group just now, why didn’t you reply to me?"

"...That’s a work phone, I don’t check it after sending messages."

"You left right after work yesterday. I went to your place, and you weren’t there. Are you avoiding me now?"

"...I went to discuss business, after all, the company has new business recently,"

This sentence was a fuse, quickly raising the voice coming from the boss’s office by an octave.

"You’re talking about this new business again? Why didn’t you discuss such a big company transformation with me? We are a Psychological Consultation Center, not some emotional consulting company!"

"How is emotional consulting not psychological consultation? Isn’t emotional consulting psychological too?"

After the woman’s voice rose, the man’s voice also heightened sharply. It was rare.

"..."

"Isn’t it all consultation whether it’s emotional or psychological? Also, emotional consulting makes more money, why can’t we do it?"

"That’s not making money, that’s swindling!"

"That’s just your opinion that it’s swindling! Go ask the employees who need to put food on the table! With your way, when can you ever make money?"

The woman’s voice continued to lower, whereas the man’s rose continuously, carrying a sense of long-repressed venting.

"..."

"Pingting, listen to me. The market for emotions is really huge. Let’s get the bread before talking about ideals, okay? And if we don’t make this money, others will. Why shouldn’t it be us?"

"This isn’t earning money, it’s swindling!"

"...I’ve already decided. Pingting, I’m the boss!"

"Howard, you will regret this!"

—Bang!

A consultant indulging in the manga "Unburnable Bojin Chronicle" raised his head in surprise, feeling the dialogue struck a chord while also feeling something amiss somewhere.

The deafening sound of the door closing silenced the entire Yan Nuo Psychological Center, everyone could only hear another round of clatter from high heels.

This sound carried the same solid feeling of striking steel but with much lighter force, as if sapped by defeat.

But, it also seemed like an accumulation before launching another attack.

...

Inside the boss’s office, Howard took a light breath.

Although his breathing had gradually returned to normal, the flush on his face didn’t fade away, seeming to intensify instead.

He couldn’t help but replay his argument with Weng Pinting in his mind.

At the same time, he took out his phone again to glance at the company group’s flattery from others.

Howard mumbled, "Isn’t this what we want when we choose to start a business?"

—Money, and emotional value.

Now, the long-lost emotional value had been found, and the planned company was soon about to quickly generate profits again.

Everything was changing for the better, and thinking of this, Howard couldn’t help but hum softly.

[Gotta go check on work, can’t really let them have paid vacations.]

[By the way... explore a few people’s thoughts.]

Upon leaving, Howard’s eyes naturally landed on a figure.

"Hey, Little Nan!"

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