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

Chapter 492 That’s it?

Please translate: What does "has some effect but not much effect" mean?
Is this person denying the significance of this lecture?

The court staff fell into deep thought. The slides and scripts of the person on stage must have been reviewed by the presiding judge, right? Could it be that this person is starting to improvise?

No rush, take another look.

We can't raise any questions right now; if we can't, we can go back and report it later.

Hearing the whispers of the people in front of her, Xia Tian felt a slight unease.

Nan Zhuren smiled as she watched the various reactions below from the stage.

"When we share case studies during our speeches, our main purpose is to help people understand that they are being scammed when they encounter similar problems, by sharing the experiences of past victims."

"However, there is also a situation where new types of scams emerge."

"When we encounter a scam that we haven't encountered in previous reports or educational lectures, we are very likely to fall for it in the same way we always have."

As he spoke, Nan Zhuren turned around and switched the PPT to the first page.

Looking at the students below the stage, Nan Zhuren said, "When I first started telling this case, I could tell from the expressions of some students that some of them had heard this case before. So, from the perspective of 'case accumulation,' these students probably didn't gain much."

Then, Nan Zhuren pointed to the basic background of the victim behind him and said, "Mr. W in our case is a university teacher who is almost forty years old. In his academic and teaching career, he must have read countless security notices and attended more anti-fraud lectures than any of you here today."

Nan Zhuren helplessly spread his hands: "But he was still deceived."

"So when I received this lecture invitation, I was thinking about how I could ensure that the students here could benefit from it to the greatest extent possible..."

At this point, PowerPoint is no longer needed.

Nan Zhuren even appeared to be speaking off-script, putting down the laser pointer in his hand.

As he was talking, he walked around to the front of the podium, kicked his legs, and sat down on it.

This is a move that only tall people with long legs can do, which made some people in the audience's eyes light up again.

“Presenting a case in its entirety and analyzing the logic behind the rhetoric to deepen the impression… is somewhat useful, but I believe many students may find it quite novel while listening to the lecture, but they will forget it when they go back to lunch.”

After Nan Zhuren finished speaking without notes, the atmosphere in the classroom became relaxed again.

Many students burst into good-natured laughter at this remark.

“And I really don’t think you’ll learn anything from me explaining this sales pitch from head to toe. After all, knowledge needs to be reinforced through practice. But I sincerely don’t recommend that you let the scammer finish explaining the pitch when you encounter one, and then go and practice it yourself—” Nan Zhuren pointed behind him, “What I’m talking about today.”

The laughter in the classroom grew a little louder.

“Unless you become scammers yourselves, today’s lecture will indeed be helpful to you—of course, I would not recommend doing so.”

The laughter in the classroom grew louder, even making the school teachers smile.

“So, the purpose of this verbatim analysis of the transcript over the past few tens of minutes, along with my current actions—” Nan Zhuren pointed to himself, “is actually just to get everyone’s attention so that you can hear what I’m saying in the next two minutes.”

"A method that I've come up with myself, one that I haven't tried yet, but which might be effective against scammers."

Nan Zhuren laughed: "From this perspective, you are now and in the future my experimental subjects. You have entered a large-scale psychological experiment."

He made a gesture: "If my method works, please feel free to contact me and give feedback."

The laughter in the classroom could no longer be suppressed.

But then, Nan Zhuren's voice suddenly became low and deep, and through the microphone, it spread to every corner of the classroom.

The students' mood suddenly turned serious. What remained unchanged was their focus on Nan Zhuren.

"In this case, and in all cases, the victims are missing one thing."

As he spoke, Nan Zhuren nimbly jumped off the podium, turned around, and wrote three words on the blackboard: "Proactiveness".

"When faced with authority, we think we have no initiative; when surrounded by fear, we lose our initiative; in the case I just mentioned, the victim thought he had initiative—but he didn't."

What does true initiative look like? Let me give you an example—

Nan Zhuren pointed to his PPT: "When faced with a scammer posing as Taobao customer service, and upon hearing that you might face losses, just say, 'Okay, let's hang up this call first, and I'll call again to verify on your official website.'"

"Nip it all in the bud. There's no need to analyze the rhetoric or think about what you can do. When you start thinking like that, you've already lost, because one person's analysis can never beat a team's years of planning."

“It sounds easy, but we often forget that we have this ‘proactive’ ability, and in many cases we even give up this ‘proactive’ ability.”

"I sincerely suggest that everyone pick up this skill again from now on."

Nan Zhuren glanced at the students: "I see that everyone has a thoughtful expression on their face, as if they all feel that they have learned something."

Nan Zhuren nodded: "Then let's verify it."

The transition to interacting with students has now been very smooth.

Nan Zhuren casually pointed to a student in the audience, his tone becoming increasingly low: "Student, yes, you, please stand up."

A boy with clear eyes got up, looking dazed.

Do you know why I chose you?

The boy shook his head.

"Because I just spoke with your teacher backstage, and he told me that your grades from last semester were recorded incorrectly; you actually failed advanced mathematics."

"...Huh?" The boy's expression froze.

There was no panic, no fear; these emotions hadn't yet surfaced.

I'm just confused.

However, several students sitting next to him and not far away chuckled softly, creating a stark contrast with the boy's reaction.

"Could you please state your name and student ID number first?" Nan Zhuren said quickly.

"Ah, my name is Che Qin, and my student ID number is..."

Nan Zhuren raised his hand to stop the student from continuing: "Alright, what follows is no longer important. Please protect your privacy. This situation is what I just mentioned—you gave up your 'initiative.' Why?"

The student looked completely bewildered: "Because you just gave us a lesson, you're our teacher, and..."

Nan Zhuren shrugged; what the student said next was no longer important.

The other students realized what was happening, and their laughter grew even louder, leaving only the boy who was still standing bewildered.

The court staff in the audience looked at each other blankly, while Judge Chen curled his lip in disapproval.

That's all, nothing special.

(End of this chapter)