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Upon hearing the man with the stubbly beard, the pupils of the female receptionist trembled slightly.

Although the other party also had good facial managent skills, Nan Zhubin still instantly read a lot of information from her face.

[The lips slightly pursed, restraining sothing; eyebrows furrowed, nostrils contracted, the corners of the eyes droop…]

[A very light negative emotion, sadness, regret, or perhaps…

pity?]

Nan Zhubin blinked.

The man with the stubbly beard couldn’t read these signs; he continued communicating with the receptionist on his own.

“I’m his brother, here today to accompany him for the consultation.”

The emotions on the female receptionist’s face suddenly gathered up, and she beca bright and lively.

Nan Zhubin understood sothing.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, but to maintain his current persona, he exerted himself to keep a deep and lancholic deanor.

“Please wait a mont…”

The receptionist quickly found Nan Zhubin’s na and the contact number for Mr.

Hu in the mo.

“You both arrived 8 minutes early, so please relax a bit.

The visitor needs to co with us to fill out so forms first.

For family mbers, there’s a special waiting room.”

The receptionist began to explain and guide them quite professionally and then led Nan Zhubin to a soundproof room designated for psychological tests.

Before leaving, Nan Zhubin gave Mr.

Hu a look.

[Rely on you.]

[Got it.] The man with the stubbly beard nodded slightly.

They picked a rather nice ti slot, during non-lunch hours on a weekday, allowing them to avoid other visitors and family mbers to the greatest extent.

As a result, there weren’t many people around now.

Mr.

Hu took a deep breath.

As the receptionist returned after sending Nan Zhubin off, trying to lead Mr.

Hu into the waiting room, Mr.

Hu spoke up directly: “Could you please wait a mont?”

The female receptionist paused in her movent to return to the lobby.

She turned back, revealing a questioning “?” smile.

Mr.

Hu also smiled, a reserved yet friendly smile.

As a seasoned consultant, Mr.

Hu was the kind of expert who could apply consulting techniques in real life.

This is actually not easy.

In the stereotype of psychology, those who study psychology should be masters of interpersonal relationships, but the reality is not like that.

Many young consultants can wield great influence in the consultation room, but when it cos to real life, it feels like they’ve left both their IQ and EQ back in the consultation room, awkward to the point of laughter.

Of course, for so consultants, this is a form of self-protection; for others, it’s because they lack the ability.

Mr.

Hu is not that; he’s a real expert.

At this mont, he adjusted the curvature of his lips, the wrinkles at the corner of his smiling eyes, and even the direction of his gaze unconsciously.

“My brother’s situation is quite unique…

Regarding psychological consultation, I have so questions.

I wonder if it would be convenient for you if I consult you a bit?”

For so reason, the young female receptionist suddenly saw a strong sense of brokenness on this mature-tempered scruffy man in front of her, one with an extrely powerful contrast.

Actually, if it weren’t for that young brother by his side, the appearance and disposition of this brother would also be quite top-notch…

The receptionist hesitated for a mont but quickly shook her head.

No, in this situation right now, it’s really unprofessional, practically…

“I wonder what the long-term consulting fees are like here?

Those lasting several months, or even a year?” Mr.

Hu’s words interrupted the receptionist’s struggling thoughts.

Mr.

Hu rolled up his sleeves, unintentionally revealing the watch he only wears as an embellishnt during public speeches: “Actually, it’s not just for my brother; I also want to find soone…

to talk to.”

The receptionist’s gaze imdiately turned moist, like a kind-hearted girl seeing a wounded, handso wild horse on the prairie, her whole being radiating maternal brilliance.

After quickly going over the day’s appointnt schedule in her mind and confirming that no other visitors would be coming soon, the receptionist imdiately set aside her work.

“What do you want to know?” she asked, sitting down beside Mr.

Hu with a compassionate look.

Mr.

Hu’s mouth curled upward; theoretically, this was the normal reaction of soone in distress being comforted.

Of course, it could also be genuine happiness.

…

Mr.

Hu was working hard to fulfill the promise he made to Nan Zhubin.

On the other side, Nan Zhubin also faced his part of the task.

Compared to Mr.

Hu, his side was significantly more challenging.

To get the information he wanted, he needed to engage in a confrontation with an experienced psychological consultant or even a psychologist.

Since this involved the matter of the current [Li Minglu], and even the case from a year ago [Chen Jie], the consultant Nan Zhubin had booked was the most experienced, and expensive, tier in the clinic.

This also ant that the other party’s capabilities would be very strong.

However, although it seed challenging, Nan Zhubin was confident.

Firstly, no matter how strong the consultants here were, they wouldn’t be more formidable than Lin Lulin; like predators finding their ecological niche in the jungle, after interacting with Lin Lulin, Nan Zhubin had gained a general perception of his own capabilities.

Secondly, this ti Nan Zhubin was coming as the visitor.

When facing a consultant, especially those interested in making money, being a visitor puts one in a position of absolute advantage.

To this end, Nan Zhubin also specifically took a long ti to sort through his past visits from other clients, gathering the most tempting traits for a consultant while also the traits most likely to cause a consultant to lose composure, which he integrated into the template for the character he was going to portray now.

[Really, just thinking about what I’m going to say later, I almost feel like laughing now…]

Click—

The consultation room door opened, and the consultant stepped in.

“Hello.”

“Hello, Sir.” Nan Zhubin responded imdiately, simultaneously nodding and bowing slightly to show his respect and eagerness.

[His gaze swept over quickly.]

The consultant then sat down on a single sofa, his back resting against the back of the sofa, with a smile on his face.

“You can call Mr.

Zhang.”

[A professional smile, no relaxation due to my earlier actions, still reading, scrutinizing .]

This Mr.

Zhang looked to be about forty years old, male—which was Nan Zhubin’s request.

Dressed in a casual suit, giving a sense of formality without being overly serious, his appearance and hairstyle were also carefully grood; his appearance was decent, probably falling in the 1 standard deviation range above the an for male appearance in a normal distribution, that is, exceeding about 64% of n.

As a consultant, this is a quite appropriate range.

After glancing at him and gathering information, Nan Zhubin lowered his gaze, no longer making eye contact with him.

Mr.

Zhang blinked, and after waiting for a few breaths without getting Nan Zhubin to spontaneously speak about his issues, he said, “Since this is our first consultation, could you perhaps briefly explain your situation?”

At this mont, Nan Zhubin touched his pocket, making a barely noticeable ‘click’ sound.

Nan Zhubin took a deep breath: “Today I ca…

mainly for emotional issues.”

While speaking, Nan Zhubin made brief contact with the consultant.

After hearing “emotional issues,” the consultant’s expression finally showed uncontrollable change.