Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?! Chapter 200 - 200 198 Conditions for Success Are in Place

200: Chapter 198 Conditions for Success Are in Place 200: Chapter 198 Conditions for Success Are in Place Huang Xin lowered his head: “Later, my company was just too shallow.

They didn’t care about the effects of the interventions, they just wanted to sell more consultation hours.

Sotis, they even hoped I would extend consultations that could be done in one or two tis to four or five tis.”

Understood, it’s the common problem of comrcial psychological consultation institutions.

Nan Zhubin also lowered his head, sincerely saying: “You might not believe it, but I really understand.”

There seed to be a bit of empathy.

But Nan Zhubin changed his tone: “But weren’t we just talking about the ‘ntorship system’?

Why have you been telling your own story for so long?”

Yet, there wasn’t much empathy.

In life, psychological workers sotis aren’t very patient in conversations — after all, you’re not paying for consultation, and I’m quite expensive.

Huang Xin glanced at Nan Zhubin without responding.

He continued talking to himself: “Apart from being shallow in interventions, my company also had poor employee quality.

My first regular client there was handed over to by a consultant in his thirties who was just shirking his duties, but I took it.

Afterwards, that consultant ca to ask for my advice, and I realized he couldn’t even be considered a consultant, he was just a ‘companion for chats.'”

Nan Zhubin glanced at Huang Xin; he had no concept of Huang Xin’s consultation skills.

But from Huang Xin’s recounting, it could be estimated that Huang Xin was a “student who had over a hundred hours of consultation just after graduation,” which is quite rare.

Yet, this rarity is only applicable to the student group.

If it can even suppress a thirty-sothing “consultation veteran,” then there must be sothing wrong with that consultation agency.

Sure enough, Huang Xin then said: “I found that I couldn’t learn much at this company.

I couldn’t get quality cases, couldn’t hone my skills during interventions, and my head was constantly filled with thoughts of money, money, money.

When I looked at that thirty-sothing consultant who ca to for advice, I thought that might be what I’d look like at thirty.”

“So I decided to pursue graduate studies.”

Nan Zhubin looked at Huang Xin, and Huang Xin looked at Nan Zhubin.

“I didn’t pursue graduate studies imdiately after graduating, compared to others, I was already a year late.”

“When I decided to apply for graduate school, I was working while reviewing for the first year.

But because the preparation ti was too short, and I chose the highly popular Applied Psychology Master’s program at Jiang University, I didn’t get in, wasting another year.”

“In the third year, I quit my job altogether, completely studying full-ti, leaving myself no retreat, and only then did I get in.

By this ti, many of my classmates were about to graduate, and I had to change from addressing my forr juniors as juniors to calling them seniors.”

Nan Zhubin understood the underlying aning of Huang Xin’s words.

He summarized: “You an to tell that you have very high expectations for your graduate career; at the sa ti, your sunk cost is also very high.”

Huang Xin smiled, a helpless expression on his face.

The smile flicked away as quickly as it ca, and then his expression turned serious again, just nodding to indicate Nan Zhubin’s summary was indeed correct.

“So now let’s get back to the point—— the ntorship system.”

“Under such circumstances, I chose Mr.

Lin as my ntor.

Yes, graduate life really is different from what I imagined.”

“But even if they are worlds apart, I no longer have the chance to make mistakes; I can only continue down this path.

If he wants to do private work, commit academic fraud, or even now wants to sabotage you…

I have no choice but to go along.”

“It’s impossible for to team up with you against the ntor.

I’m not like you; even if you get expelled, you can still stand firm in a consultation agency and possibly align yourself with a high-level consultant like Mr.

Weng;”

“But if I got expelled, I would be a 27-year-old, first-ti graduate without a degree, no savings, and lacking both social and work experience.”

“Without having completed my graduate studies, I’m not even more valuable now than I was when I just graduated with my bachelor’s degree at 22, you understand?”

Nan Zhubin blinked.

Huang Xin stood up, clearly wrapping up his narrative and not wanting to stay any longer.

“Telling you this is partly to affirm you — you’re right, I do have a lot of sympathy for Li Minglu.

So you can trust what I tell you, and I also hope you handle Li Minglu, this client, well.

The matters between you and the ntor…

just don’t involve the client.”

Nan Zhubin nodded seriously: “Of course.

But, are you sure the ntor will abide by this rule?”

Huang Xin paused for a mont.

He avoided the question, continuing to speak to himself: “Additionally, I hope you can understand that under the ‘ntorship system,’ once I help you, I’m basically done for.”

“Even if you manage to take down Mr.

Lin after this, you can just leave without any issues, but what about ?

After helping you, what would happen to if I transfer under another ntor in the faculty afterwards?”

Seeing the silently unresponsive Nan Zhubin, Huang Xin shook his head.

“So, don’t bring up asking to find any books of accounts again.

If you can topple the ntor, I would be very happy, I would be relieved…

but I won’t actively help you do this, and I hope you can understand.”

The senior, who had said many words that night, shook his down jacket, securing all the sleeves, collars, hems, and other parts that might let in the cold wind.

He didn’t wait for Nan Zhubin to say anything else, quickly moving forward, disappearing from Nan Zhubin’s sight.

This ti, Nan Zhubin didn’t call out to stop him.

He thoughtfully looked up at the street lamp, suddenly pulling out his phone and flipping to the chat with [Weng Pinting].

He furiously typed sothing, then quietly waited for a reply.

“Mr.

Nan?”

The quietly waiting Nan Zhubin looked up, seeing that Xia Tian had returned from the cafeteria.

The little girl was holding a take-out plastic box in one hand.

Her small face was tucked under her hat, seeming to want to survey her surroundings; but because her clothes were too thick, her entire upper body turned along with her head, like a small stuffed bear.

“Huang Xin, did he leave?

Nothing happened, right?”

Nan Zhubin smiled, reassuring her: “I’m fine, but he — really needs a psychological consultation.”

Xia Tian blinked, not quite understanding, and asked sowhat dazedly, “Did you cure him?”

Nan Zhubin shook his head: “Problems for people in psychology aren’t that simple.

Senior Huang Xin has already tried to self-guide himself countless tis, what he faces now are more real-world problems than psychological ones; to cure him, we can only change reality.”

Xia Tian seed to sowhat understand, deciding not to delve further: “Anyway, Mr.

Nan, you’re okay, right.”

Nan Zhubin laughed: “More than okay, I’ve gained a lot, if everything goes smoothly —”

Halfway through his sentence, his phone screen lit up.

It was a reply from Weng Pinting.

Nan Zhubin looked over, the curve of his mouth widening: “Now everything is really going smoothly.”