Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?! Chapter 232 - 232 230 Nan Zhubin I Want a Stage Big Enough

232: Chapter 230 Nan Zhubin: I Want a Stage Big Enough 232: Chapter 230 Nan Zhubin: I Want a Stage Big Enough “Speaking of which, I heard from Liu Pan earlier that your company is transitioning, so both you and Teacher Weng are planning to jump ship?”

Huang Xin’s tone was full of envy, but more than that, curiosity: “Has Teacher Weng made any arrangents for you?

Did she say how you should…

Hey, Zhuren?”

Faced with Huang Xin’s words,

Nan Zhubin remained unmoved, as if he hadn’t heard anything.

He was more concerned about the situation on Weng Pinting’s side.

Vaguely, he seed to have noticed sothing.

“Sister Pingting, this photo should be a crucial piece of evidence, right?

Can it be used?” Nan Zhubin suddenly spoke up.

Weng Pinting snapped back to reality, thought for a mont, and said, “It can be used.”

“Although this kind of surreptitiously taken photo can’t be used as direct evidence, it is entirely feasible as material to report and prompt an official investigation.

Then I can leverage the influence behind and my teacher to push things forward, so even if Lin Lulin wants to use his connections to ddle, he won’t have a chance.”

Weng Pinting was full of confidence: “Our connections surpass his!”

Upon hearing this conclusion, Huang Xin involuntarily breathed a sigh of relief.

At his stage, this was an absolutely good piece of news.

His future appeared bright and promising!

Nan Zhubin, however, was pondering: Speaking of which, when and why did Weng Pinting’s teacher get involved?

Nan Zhubin didn’t know.

But he thought that a teacher capable of cultivating a student like Weng Pinting, who was so full of industry responsibility and professional ethics, must also be an iconic figure.

Speaking of which, Weng Pinting got involved to protect him, and her teacher was drawn in because of her…

Nan Zhubin suddenly fell silent for a mont, then turned to Weng Pinting and said, “Sister Pingting, could there be any unforeseen events here?

Like if after you report, Lin Lulin gets a heads-up, or if the procedures take too long, creating a gap which allows Lin Lulin to seize so opportunity…”

The young consultant seed unable to stop talking.

Weng Pinting raised an eyebrow, seriously scrutinized Nan Zhubin, and said slowly, “What are you worried about?”

Nan Zhubin thought for a mont: “Firstly, I’m very concerned about whether we can completely take down Lin Lulin this ti, along with his psychological clinic.”

Weng Pinting very much understood Nan Zhubin’s persistence.

She patiently explained: “In a few days, Jiang University will host a ‘Chinese Psychology Supervision Conference.

They have invited consultant supervisors from all over the country with supervision qualifications and other influential psychologists.

The Chairman of the Chinese Psychological Society and several other directors will also attend, and my teacher is one of them.

By submitting the report there, the speed and force of progress will exceed your expectations; Lin Lulin won’t have an opportunity.”

It sounded very reliable.

But Nan Zhubin continued, “Moreover, I’ve recently started spontaneously thinking about one thing—”

“That is, situations like Chen Jie and Li Minglu, we have them in our school.

Then, how many could there be in other places in Jiangdu?

Or even on a larger scale?”

Weng Pinting squinted her eyes.

Nan Zhubin continued, “Are these considered scandals?

Scandals will definitely be suppressed to reduce their impact.

But…

I don’t just want to deal with Lin Lulin, I also want…

situations like Chen Jie and Li Minglu’s to happen as little as possible in the future.”

“Why is our industry so chaotic internally?

On one hand, it’s because it’s too profitable, so it’s a mix of good and bad; on the other hand, isn’t it because things are always deeply involved and always get suppressed, resulting in so things never being regulated?”

“If we can treat Lin Lulin’s case as sothing like a legal precedent, can it serve as a standard?

At the very least, it would serve as a deterrent to others who want to pull similar stunts.”

Nan Zhubin’s eyes grew brighter: “The last ti dealing with Wang An gave an inspiration.

Sister Pingting, didn’t you say that the upcoming Chinese Psychology Supervision Conference would be a grand occasion?

Can we leverage it?

As long as sothing similar happens, it’s hard to say in other places, but in Jiangdu, and even in the entire Jiang Province, the coming years will…”

…

Weng Pinting abruptly interrupted Nan Zhubin: “Stop!”

She practically shouted it, so her voice was loud.

No matter how coherent Nan Zhubin’s thoughts were at that mont, they were cut off after that.

Weng Pinting looked at Nan Zhubin and took a deep breath.

In the exchange with Nan Zhubin up to this point, her expression had never been as serious as it was now.

“Nan Zhubin, what I’m going to say to you next is very important.”

Her mode of address reverted to his full na.

“First of all, as a senior in psychology, I want to tell you that the developnt of psychology in the country is very difficult.

thodical progress is the most reasonable and prudent approach.

You now want to make a fuss and purge local chaos, but—have you considered from a more macro perspective that this could actually cause the developnt level of psychology in Jiangdu to regress by years?”

“If a scandal is made so big, it might lead to official policies putting pressure on the psychological consultation industry, while also making local residents more wary of psychological consultation.”

“You must understand, people are inherently ashad of psychological consultation.

Many predecessors don’t know how many years it took to form a relatively calm cognition, guiding people to view psychological consultation correctly and bravely seek help when they have ntal health issues.”

“The situation we are facing now is completely different from Wang An’s situation.

When Wang An was exposed, will others be afraid to study law, afraid to go to college, or even lose the opportunity for children to study?

Not at all!”

“But, psychological consultation is different,” Weng Pinting said, “Many visitors might lose the opportunity to get help because of it.”

Her face was serious, her tone severe, and even brought a bit of palpable tension to the atmosphere.

Huang Xin slowly leaned back, distancing himself a bit from both Nan Zhubin and Weng Pinting.

He realized that the topic was no longer suitable for his involvent, and if he could, he even wanted to leave the scene.

…

Nan Zhubin fell silent for a mont.

What Weng Pinting said was not only correct but very true.

Psychological consultation, indeed, is a precarious industry.

For so many years, the industry has been fraught with chaos and has always lacked regulation.

Naturally, there are plenty of complex factors involved, but a significant reason holding an important position among them is—popularization.

For the popularization of psychological consultation, the developnt of the discipline, the future of the industry, and the flourishing of years or even decades later, many initial contradictions can be overlooked.

Yet—

Nan Zhubin suddenly said, “Hasn’t the developnt of the psychological consultation industry been for helping others?”

Weng Pinting was taken aback.

“An industry that originally developed to help people, does it now have to temporarily give up helping people in order to continue developing properly?”

“I am indeed seeing things from a more micro perspective, and Sister Pingting, your overview is indeed more macro.

I also know that from practical operational considerations, the two will definitely conflict to a certain extent.”

“But, I don’t think these two objectives necessarily require giving up one for the other, or have one compromise for the other.”

Nan Zhubin suddenly smiled: “I’ll do what I’m supposed to do; you all do what you’re supposed to do.

We are all doing good deeds, developing the industry, and helping visitors, aren’t we?

I’ll make a big fuss, and you all guide the resulting impact in a positive direction; everyone has their roles, and nobody should slack off.

Isn’t that the best way?”

“Moreover…”

Nan Zhubin casually stood up and, from Weng Pinting’s sowhat astonished gaze, took the phone with the photos and sent them to his own phone.

“I think, from our positions, we don’t exactly have much authority to make this decision.

Perhaps, I should seek out soone else to get a more definite, clearer answer…”

Weng Pinting was montarily stunned, and then stood up with a start.

“Who are you going to find?”