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

Chapter 454 Building Trust

"Meng Ting!" Xia Tian's voice rose an octave, "We were together before..."

Judge Meng raised his hand wearily, silencing Xia Tian.

Then he sighed deeply: "Xia, you praised your teacher Nan so much during the day, why don't you bring him to my office for a chat?"

"...?"

Summer blinked.

The group stopped talking at this point.

Judge Meng turned his head toward Nan Zhuren, his gaze moving from bottom to top and then back down.

[Shouldn't we have brought this person in to do some propaganda work? It's such a waste.]

Judge Meng thought to himself, but said aloud, "Teacher Nan really helped a lot today. If we can solve problems like this in the future, it will definitely make our work much smoother."

"But—Teacher Nan, are you really sure you can do it?"

Before Xia Tian could respond, Judge Meng continued, "I've seen your news reports, they're everywhere, all talking about 'micro-expression analysis,' it's very eye-catching."

"If this is true, then it is indeed—impressive."

"However, in several of your online incidents, the targets were your former teachers or other acquaintances you had worked with. You had thoroughly and meticulously researched them before starting this job."

"Today's job involves my client's family member, and Xia has already introduced her situation beforehand."

Judge Meng looked into Nan Zhuren's eyes: "Compared to so-called 'micro-expression analysis,' it's more likely that you've gathered information beforehand, made assumptions in your mind, and guessed. In this situation, by using some psychological and facial expression analysis terms, you can break down the other party's psychological defenses. If the other party really has something to hide, they will naturally have a psychological breakdown."

"In other words, your micro-expression analysis is likely a 'conversational skill' that involves verifying conjectures after gathering a large amount of information in advance, rather than actually reading something from the other person's face on the spot."

“I’ve also spoken with Professor Bai, and I know a little about micro-expression analysis. Considering that you are Professor Bai’s student, your performance is more likely to match my guess.”

The implication was that they didn't believe Nan Zhuren could actually read facial expressions on the spot.

Given the past experiences of Judge Meng that Xia Tian just revealed, it's not surprising that the other party would have such suspicions.

Even after watching Nan Zhuren's performance live.

At the same time, logically speaking, Judge Meng's words are not without reason; the methods he suggested are feasible.

"Meng Ting!" Even though Chief Meng was referring to Nan Zhuren, Xia Tian seemed to feel attacked, blushing and trying to defend herself.

Snapped--

Nan Zhuren patted Xia Tian on the shoulder, signaling him to calm down.

The little girl immediately froze, like a Saiyan whose tail had been grabbed.

Then Nan Zhuren looked into Judge Meng's eyes with a smile.

He saw no suspicion or aggression in those eyes; rather, they resembled those of Chonghui or Weng Pingting, whom he had just met.

It was a kind of curious exploration.

At this moment, Nan Zhuren's face did not show the excitement of being questioned. Instead, he nodded slightly with a sense of agreement, as if affirming Judge Meng's words.

"So what Meng Ting means?" Nan Zhuren asked.

Judge Meng thought for a moment: "Long-term cooperation requires rigorous research, and if I sign, it means I will also bear responsibility. Therefore—I need to understand you better."

"At the very least, I need to understand your specific abilities; I need to know how you accomplished what you have today."

"In addition to speaking with you personally, I also need to communicate with Professor Bai, your former colleagues, and to understand your reputation in the industry..."

This long list requires a lot of work.

While signing does indeed imply taking responsibility, nowadays, few people are willing to personally go through all that preparation work to sign for themselves. But upon hearing this, Chonghui smiled and, fulfilling his duty, stepped forward and said, "Then, Mengting, shall we arrange a time another day?"

Judge Meng's lengthy buildup was for this purpose, and he nodded, saying, "Alright."

When it comes to company matters, Chonghui has far more decision-making power than Nan Zhuren.

The two then began to discuss the details.

Xia Tian's complexion gradually returned to normal during this process, and she finally realized that it seemed like she had been doing nothing all day; although she believed in Nan Zhuren, others needed to make a more comprehensive judgment about Nan Zhuren.

Especially those who have risen to the position of Judge Meng.

She gets flustered because she cares too much.

The embarrassed girl immediately started looking around, as if trying to find something to do.

"What are you doing?" Nan Zhuren found it amusing.

"I...I'm looking for that person who was there just now, the one wearing a hat and a mask. He must have something to talk to me about...wait, where did he go?"

Nan Zhuren couldn't help but laugh out loud. At the same time, he looked around and, sure enough, found that Nan Zhihao had disappeared.

However, he didn't pay much attention to it. Outside the consultation room, the counselor and the client shouldn't have too much contact.

"Okay, I'll go now, I'll contact you later."

On the other side, Judge Meng and Chonghui had also finalized the details of the matter.

"Please take care." Chonghui said politely.

Judge Meng straightened his clothes and descended the long steps of the courthouse.

A cheerful little girl's voice came from behind, shouting with a long-awaited excitement: "Since it's after get off work, I'll treat you all to dinner, Teacher Nan!"

Judge Meng couldn't help but chuckle softly.

As litigants and other litigants passed by him, some seemed to recognize this meticulous leader and hesitated whether to approach him for a chat.

Judge Meng walked straight to the door, his mind focused and undistracted.

Suddenly, I was stopped.

A petite woman wearing a baseball cap with the brim pulled low made Judge Meng frown and stare at her for a while.

"Cousin, you're off work?" The woman had a fawning smile on her face.

"Oh, Fang." Judge Meng's eyebrows relaxed a little, but his brow was still slightly furrowed. "I've reviewed your case and have secured the best possible settlement before transferring it to the enforcement bureau. You know that, right?"

"Yes, yes, thank you, cousin..." The woman was still smiling.

The curve of her lips remained unchanged, as if it had become a habit.

Judge Meng nodded: "If you have any further difficulties, you can tell me, and I will do my best personally..."

……

"Teacher Nan, there's a really good beef offal hot pot place nearby, let's go there...Teacher Nan, Teacher Nan?"

The little girl waved her hand in front of Nan Zhuren's eyes, bringing with her a pleasant perfume scent.

Nan Zhuren shifted to the right, as if the hand and the smell were affecting his senses.

His eyes were caught by two men standing at the courthouse entrance.

"……wrong!"

(End of this chapter)