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229: Chapter 227: Should we go and visit Lin Lulin?

229: Chapter 227: Should we go and visit Lin Lulin?

Night ti, inside the rental room.

Nan Zhubin, who had just finished his shower, sat on the sofa in the living room.

He held a bottle of red flower oil in his left hand, the opening facing down, and dripped it into his right palm with a “pop, pop” sound.

He then smacked it onto his ankle with a loud “smack,” rubbing it vigorously as if kneading dough.

Kicking soone and hurting yourself in the process—how did that happen?

He muttered to himself, thinking that after dealing with everything lately, he really needed to find a place to work out.

Fighting is really a skillful task.

Right now, he just hoped that Lin Lulin got injured a bit worse than he did.

After all the pain he went through, Lin Lulin should at least suffer for a couple of days, right?

“Mr.

Nan…”

Just as Nan Zhubin was about to apply more oil for another round, he suddenly heard soone call his na.

Looking up, he saw Shen Bing and another consulting assistant, whose na he had forgotten due to a lack of interaction.

Nan Zhubin lived in a three-person suite rented by the company as an employee benefit, so he had two roommates.

But these two seldom talked to Nan Zhubin.

After all, during rest ti, even Shen Bing wasn’t keen on discussing work with Nan Zhubin; without a work topic, there wasn’t much to talk about.

Thinking about it, Nan Zhubin realized that his life had beco rather dull lately.

[Once I finish the current cases and deal with Lin Lulin, I should find sothing to occupy myself with.]

[Speaking of which, can the [End-of-Month Goal] and [Psychological Skill Deepening] actually provide those related abilities…]

This thought flashed quickly in Nan Zhubin’s mind.

On the surface, he smoothly responded to Shen Bing’s greeting: “What’s up?”

Shen Bing hesitated, as if the question he was about to ask had been troubling him for a long ti.

But since he was standing here with soone beside him to give him courage, it ant he had to ask:

“Mr.

Nan, you haven’t been in the office lately, and we don’t see you at ho during the day either…”

“Did you find a new job?”

…

Oh, that question.

Looking at the uneasy Shen Bing, Nan Zhubin instantly understood his concern.

Since working with Nan Zhubin, Shen Bing’s bonus had nearly doubled, far surpassing what he earned under Bald Yang.

I wonder how many people still rember Bald Yang…

Based on Nan Zhubin’s recent display of work ethics and his pattern of even doing free consultations during potential vacation ti,

compared to Howard’s ideals, they were at least heading in opposite directions.

This ant Nan Zhubin might leave; and if he left, Shen Bing’s bonus would face an even worse drop than being halved.

Nan Zhubin thought for a mont and said to Shen Bing: “You really don’t need to worry so much.

Once the boss completes the transition, the benefits from emotional consulting will certainly surpass the current ones.

Maybe even if you go back to being an assistant for Bald Yang, you’d earn more than you do with now.”

“You might even beco a consultant yourself…”

The implication was clear.

Nan Zhubin had a fair attitude towards Shen Bing.

Though Shen Bing now sided with Howard, he was just an ordinary worker after all.

Expecting him to uphold consultants’ professional ethics in such a situation would really indicate a psychological issue or so type of paranoid personality disorder.

Shen Bing opened his mouth to say sothing, but the other person behind him beat him to it.

The consulting assistant, whose na had been forgotten due to long silence, said: “Mr.

Nan, is your next employer Supervisor Weng?”

…

The assistant’s question beat around the bush, but the aning was clear.

It ant—will Weng Pinting leave?

You know, the rental room they were living in as employee welfare was fought for by Weng Pinting.

If Weng Pinting left, considering Howard’s temperant, whether this policy would remain—is really unclear.

After all, Weng Pinting set up the employee welfare system under “Managent Psychology,” aiming ultimately to enhance corporate benefits.

Yet now, the Yan Nuo Psychological Center was barely surviving, making it hard to predict if Howard would conclude that the “employee welfare system is useless” or that the “employee welfare system must be held accountable for the company’s current situation.”

Or maybe he’d simply get emotional and, after Weng Pinting’s departure, angrily negate all the policies from her ti.

Clearly, Shen Bing and the naless assistant were worried about this, hoping to get a reassuring answer from Nan Zhubin.

“This…”

Nan Zhubin frowned internally.

He knew the answer to this question well, but since Weng Pinting hadn’t announced it herself, he wouldn’t overstep his bounds.

Just as he was about to say sothing, his phone in his pocket started vibrating.

“Buzz—buzz—”

He made a gesture of apology to Shen Bing and the naless assistant, then answered the call.

“Hello, who’s this?”

“Oh, Huang Xin, I can talk.”

“—Wait, what did you say?!”

Shen Bing and the naless assistant watched as Nan Zhubin’s expression visibly changed to one of shock and then one of intense joy, the kind they couldn’t even show if their month-end bonuses doubled.

However, this surge of emotion quickly returned to calm with a couple of deep breaths.

—Such terrifying emotional managent skills.

“I see.

Let’s et up,” Nan Zhubin said slowly.

…

The phone screen displayed a photo.

It seed to co from a page in so booklet.

The photographer seed a bit panicky, given the poor composition of the photo; part of the paper wasn’t captured.

But the most crucial text was already recorded.

Huang Xin, watching Nan Zhubin’s fixated gaze on the photo, narrated as if explaining:

“Your kick at the academy sent the teacher straight to the hospital…”

“Li Minglu’s sudden suicide was already an unexpected event that needed handling, and you perfectly created another incident, which disrupted the teacher’s plans entirely.

It made him lose his cool in panic.”

“I realized this might be an opportunity…”

Huang Xin recalled his experiences at the hospital.

Nan Zhubin listened while eagerly absorbing the text from the photo with his eyes.

This photo was from Lin Lulin’s private ledger, belonging to the page of Chen Jie.

After a while, he exhaled a long breath.