Who would study psychology if they didn't have some kind of problem?

Chapter 10 Consulting Manager
The automatic door to the information center opened with a "hum," and a man and a woman stepped in, immediately attracting the attention of everyone at the front desk and in the reception area that was combined with the front desk.

Lu Jia, with a standard professional smile, was multitasking, carefully observing the direction of Chen Ting's mother and the counselor.

Upon seeing the newcomer, although the receptionist's smile remained unchanged, she clearly relaxed.

"Boss." The receptionist immediately went up to him, first greeting one of them, then turning to the other, "Sister Pingting."

The owner of the consulting center was named Howard. He had a foreign name, but he was definitely Chinese. He wore a gray striped suit, his hair was neatly styled, and his sideburns were slightly gray; he looked to be in his forties. Perhaps due to regular exercise, his suit fit him perfectly.

In short, he is a handsome middle-aged man who truly exudes the charm of a mature man.

Upon seeing the two men, Chen Ting's mother, who had been leisurely sipping tea and reading a magazine, slowly stood up: "Mr. Huo? We spoke on the phone before. I am Chen Ting's mother..."

Howard whispered something to the receptionist, then stepped aside to greet Chen Ting's mother: "Thank you for your trust in our Yan Nuo Center."

“Our Tingting has consulted several counselors, and I’ve been hoping the situation would improve.” Chen Ting’s mother’s tone was very critical. “Your counseling center is very small and has only been established for a short time. I originally came here because of Ms. Weng Pingting’s reputation, but I didn’t expect to get an appointment with another young person…”

Howard maintained his smile: "I've also looked at Chen Ting's file. We matched her with the most suitable consultant after comprehensive consideration."

Chen Ting's mother nodded slightly. The better the counselor, the more expensive they are. Although she also wanted to improve Chen Ting's condition, after seeing several counselors, her expectations had been lowered again and again.

This "most suitable consultant" is more affordable compared to a well-known consultant.

The teacher they were talking about, Ms. Weng Pingting, after politely nodding to Chen Ting's mother, led Lu Jia directly to the office area.

“You’ve already told me about the situation on the phone, and you did a great job. Now tell me more about it in detail.”

The receptionist nodded and quietly added the details.

clatter……

Da da……

At this time, the consultation assistants and consultants with appointments had already arrived; there weren't many people, no more than seven in total.

But upon hearing the familiar rhythm of high heels, everyone who had been chatting immediately sat up straight.

“Teacher Yang!” Weng Pingting’s voice came through, though she used a respectful address, her tone was sharp.

The bald consultant, Yang, immediately knew there was trouble: "Manager!"

Weng Pingting is very young, but in the field of psychological counseling, age is just a standard used by laymen to judge.

The statement that "age is very important" is both true and false. For counselors, the key age is around thirty. Before thirty, each year of growth brings counselors a wealth of social experience, which can play an important role in counseling. However, after thirty, older people are not necessarily more experienced than younger people.

Yang, who is already balding, is over forty years old. But the star consultant of Yan Nuo Consulting Center, who is also the psychological counseling director in charge of all consulting business, is Weng Pingting, who is over thirty years old.

She was everyone's boss.

Weng Pingting had delicate features, but her tense expression left Bald Yang with no room for appreciation. He was gradually coming to his senses and was inwardly cursing himself for his impulsiveness that morning.

[And why are the boss and supervisor here so early today? We're not ready yet...]

But now that things have come to this, the key is how to extricate oneself and shift all the blame onto the newcomers.

Weng Pingting's tone was icy: "You should be in the consultation room right now. I'm in charge of all the allocation of clients at our center. Who gave you permission to hand over clients without authorization?" The counselors and assistants who had been watching scattered immediately, maintaining a safe distance. Bald Yang hadn't told them what had happened that morning; only now did they realize what had transpired.

This is no small matter.

Bald Yang coughed lightly, forcing himself to remain calm: "It's like this, that newcomer arrived very early today, and when I was about to look at his file, he came in and peeked at it without my permission..."

Weng Pingting's tone grew even colder: "So, you're saying your secrecy is also questionable?"

Bald Yang choked, his face starting to flush, but he held back and continued according to his prepared statement: "That's right, it was my mistake. But I didn't expect that the newcomer would insist on taking over after seeing the visitor's condition, probably thinking that a visitor who only comes once is a good practice subject."

He glanced at his consulting assistant with an unreadable expression, then looked back and said, "Of course I disagreed, but I didn't expect him to secretly wait at the door and take the visitor away as soon as he arrived."

“At a time like this, I can’t afford to have another conflict with him. Can I really snatch the client away in front of the client’s family? Our counseling center is newly established and is currently building up its reputation and case volume. Cases are all based on referrals. If things get out of hand, it will ruin everyone’s livelihood.”

Weng Pingting listened quietly.

Then, he slowly squinted his eyes.

Startled by the stare, the bald-headed Yang involuntarily began to panic. Weng Pingting's terrifying gaze was notorious in the counseling center. He used to think it was just the intimidation of a superior over a subordinate, but at this moment, he suddenly felt there was something else going on.

It even feels somewhat familiar.

It seems like I was looked at with the same gaze by someone else earlier today.

But didn't Manager Weng just come to the consultation center today?

The atmosphere became awkward, and everyone else's eyes darted between Weng Pingting and Bald Yang, not daring to utter a sound.

Fortunately, Weng Pingting quickly looked away and turned around, saying, "Boss, come here for a moment."

Howard appeared in the office at some point.

Weng Pingting greeted him in the same tone she used with Bald Yang, but Howard didn't seem to notice anything amiss. The owner of the consulting center gave Bald Yang and the other employees a reassuring look, then straightened his tie and followed Weng Pingting to his office.

"Pingting, this matter must be resolved as soon as possible," he said as soon as he entered the room.

"Indeed, but before you solve this problem, shouldn't you first explain to me what the situation is with this new consulting assistant?"

But then they saw Weng Pingting sit directly in the boss's seat, while Howard, the boss, stood still as if being trained.

“Didn’t we already agree on this? You want to transform into a psychological counseling center and make money, so I’ll help you. No problem, but we need to agree on three rules.”

"Listen to me on professional matters, don't touch the consulting business, and don't mess with my team."

"How come a consulting assistant was suddenly crammed into my team, and this has caused such a huge mess?"

Weng Pingting's face was as cold as frost, but her eyes were steady and powerful.

Howard soon couldn't hold on any longer and began to beg for mercy.

(End of this chapter)