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

Chapter 164 It's got the feel... Wait, something doesn't seem quite right...

You have your own answer in your heart.

Nan Zhuren continued, "However, your answer doesn't seem appropriate for the current occasion. I'm worried it might ruin the atmosphere or even damage your personal social standing."

Nan Zhuren pointed to the small groups around him, who were discussing similar topics, but their reactions were completely different from those of Teacher Hu in front of him.

Their faces showed more anticipation and excitement.

"You're looking for validation, but you've clearly gone through discussions in several small groups without finding anyone who shares your views, right?"

"so--"

Nan Zhuren withdrew his outstretched hand, pointed to himself with his thumb.

“You came to me because you thought I could definitely give you recognition—right?”

Nan Zhuren's poem ends with a question, but is expressed in an affirmative tone.

This demonstrates confidence in one's own judgment.

……

Teacher Hu pursed her lips.

As a seasoned psychological counselor, I was once again thoroughly dissected by my younger colleagues.

But this time, Teacher Hu did not feel uncomfortable at all about being spied on.

He opened his mouth: "I..."

“I agree.” Nan Zhuren interrupted Teacher Hu, his expression remaining unchanged throughout.

“I agree with your idea,” Nan Zhuren emphasized again.

Looking at Nan Zhuren's radiant face, so different from all the anxious faces of the center's employees today, Teacher Hu realized that Nan Zhuren wasn't unaware of what the boss had said yesterday; rather, he had understood it from the very beginning.

Meanwhile, compared to herself, who had struggled all night and ended up sleepless and haggard, Nan Zhuren made a firm choice from the very beginning.

Compared to all the employees, including himself, who were wavering between "professional ethics" and "generous compensation," Nan Zhuren never had any psychological burden.

Therefore, I feel light and carefree.

Teacher Hu sighed, then breathed a sigh of relief.

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

It was at this moment that a message suddenly appeared in the company's large group chat.

Upon hearing the announcement, Teacher Hu couldn't help but move closer to Nan Zhuren and look at the screen—

[Howard: The file was shared via cloud storage]

[File name: "Complete Private PUA Tutorial"]

【Link:
Nan Zhuren blinked, confirming that the message had appeared in the company's main group chat.

[Howard: These are some case studies on relationship issues. Take some time to study them and prepare before your new job officially begins.]

[Howard: Smiling.jpg, Shaking hands.jpg]

[Teacher Yang: Thumbs up.jpg]

【…】

For a moment, Teacher Hu forgot what she was about to say.

Then he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Nan Zhuren looked over.

Teacher Hu waved his hand and suddenly asked Nan Zhuren, "Do you know what the boss's nickname was when he was here?"

"What is it?"

"'Naive and innocent'."

Nan Zhuren's pupils dilated slightly. Very few things could surprise him, but this was definitely one of them.

Why do you say that about the boss?

"Because the boss is very rich, and he doesn't know much about our industry," Ms. Hu sighed. "In the past, the boss liked to direct his consultants on how to conduct consultations, but he would always get scolded by Supervisor Weng—a real reprimand."

"We all said back then—if you're in a bad mood, go complain to your supervisor; if your supervisor is in a bad mood, go yell at the boss; if the boss is in a bad mood, he can only treat us all to dinner."

"—That way, everyone's mood will be lifted again, except for the boss."

At this point, Teacher Hu couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Of course, only a few of us old folks who arrived early knew about this. Later, the boss stopped caring about things. And as the number of people in the company increased, he stopped treating us to meals."

Nan Zhuren looked thoughtfully at the messages in the large group chat.

Following Bald Yang, a string of assistants and consultants began posting various workplace-themed emojis in response to Howard's message. Nan Zhuren looked closely and saw that Shen Bing was also among them.

Teacher Hu was also watching. After thinking for a moment, he didn't send a message in response, but instead turned to ask Nan Zhuren:
Do you think the boss is in a good mood right now?

“Of course,” Nan Zhuren replied, “I’d probably be happy enough to ‘hum a little’ out.” Teacher Hu looked momentarily confused, then subconsciously asked, “So…so happy?”

He clearly didn't understand the joke.

So Teacher Hu quickly changed the subject: "So, what do you think Supervisor Weng is feeling right now?"

Nan Zhuren fell into deep thought: "Speaking of which, hasn't Sister Pingting come to work today? She..."

The words have not yet fallen.

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

She walked in black, shiny high heels, each step producing a sharp, resonant sound like the striking of steel. Her tall, slender figure exuded a knightly aura.

Then, under everyone's gaze, she chiseled her way into the boss's office.

Nan Zhuren and Teacher Hu exchanged a glance.

……

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

"...That's my work phone. I don't check it after I send a message."

"You ran away after get off work yesterday. I went to your house, but you weren't there. Are you avoiding me now?"

"...I'm going to discuss business; after all, the company has some new business recently,"

This sentence was the trigger; soon the voice coming from the boss's office rose an octave.

"You're still talking about this new business? Why didn't you discuss such a big company transformation with me? We're a psychological counseling center, not some kind of relationship counseling company!"

"How is this not psychological counseling? Isn't emotional counseling also psychological counseling?"

After the female voice rose, the male voice also rose sharply. This is very rare.

"..."

"Aren't emotional counseling and psychological counseling both forms of counseling? And emotional counseling is more lucrative, so why can't we do it?"

"That's not making money, that's scamming people!"

"You just think it's a scam! Go out and ask your employees, they need to eat! How long will it take for them to make money doing things like that?"

The female voice's volume continued to decrease, while the male voice's volume steadily increased, even carrying a sense of catharsis from long-suppressed emotions.

"..."

“Pingting, listen to me. The market for emotions is huge. Let’s make a living first, then talk about ideals, right? Besides, if we don’t make this money, someone else will. So why can’t we be the ones to make money?”

"This isn't making money, it's scamming people!"

"...I've made up my mind. Pingting, I'm the boss!"

"Howard, you'll regret this!"

--boom!

A consultant who was casually reading the "Unburnable Boruto" comic book suddenly looked up and felt that the conversation was quite interesting, but something was off.

The deafening slam of the door shut silenced the entire Yan Nuo Psychological Center; all that could be heard was the clattering of high heels.

The sound still carried the robust feel of stepping on steel, but the force was much lighter, like the dejection after defeat.

But it also seems like an accumulation before launching the next attack.

……

In the boss's office, Howard took a soft breath.

Although his breathing had gradually calmed down, the flush on his face lingered and even seemed to be getting worse.

He couldn't help but replay the argument he had just had with Weng Pingting in his mind.

At the same time, he took out his phone and glanced at the flattery in the company's group chat.

Howard muttered to himself, "Isn't this what you want when you choose to start a business?"

Money, and emotional value.

Now, he has rediscovered the long-lost emotional value, and the company is scheduled to start making profits again soon.

Everything was changing for the better, and Howard couldn't help but hum softly at the thought.

[Let's go check on their work; we can't expect them to all actually take paid leave.]

[By the way... let's find out what those people are thinking.]

As soon as he stepped outside, Howard's eyes naturally caught sight of a figure.

"Sigh, Xiao Nan!"

(End of this chapter)