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

Chapter 288 Senior Brother, Watch Me Do It
The short and tall men both had ashen faces.

If Chonghui had guessed from the beginning that "you didn't receive any projects," they might have been able to refute it.

But now, through layers of reasoning, step by step, we have finally arrived at this conclusion.

Right now, they have no grounds to refute it anymore.

Although Chonghui was in Bai Qinghua's research group on "micro-expression analysis," as a normal person, he naturally did not possess the sophisticated micro-expression analysis capabilities of a machine.

However, thanks to his solid professional foundation, rich practical experience, and social experience honed in various projects in Beidu, he was able to achieve his goal.

Chonghui is also able to easily win the verbal battle under the current circumstances.

[He probably set a good example for his junior apprentice.]

Chonghui kept a straight face, inwardly applauding his own performance.

He then maintained his taut posture, causing his jacket to bulge out from his muscles.

He stepped to the side to make way—wait, when did his junior brother get to his side?
Forget it, it doesn't matter.

“You should leave.” Chonghui made way for them, pointing coldly to the door. “Take your report and leave. This project is not something you can interfere with.”

……

The short man took a deep breath, realizing his plan had failed.

Although the two people opposite were young, they were not easy to deal with when it came to "social skills and interpersonal relationships".

But... he still didn't completely give up.

"Xiao Han, let's go!"

The short man called out to his tall assistant behind him and rammed straight into the door, seemingly unconcerned about Chonghui's imposing stature.

He didn't go to Chang Ming to get his report back.

That's a bit of a scoundrel.

Chonghui frowned, understanding the situation. He knew that the other party's reaction was merely a temporary concesion of defeat for the time being in the room.

Once they're out, they might have to rely on their connections to mediate.

Then they made another move behind the scenes, trying to get a share of the profits from this project.

But given the current situation, Chonghui really has no way to deal with the other party.

This kind of organization, which has some ability but not much ability, is truly fearless when facing Chonghui and his group.

Although Chonghui is a big guy, he can't really rely on his physical strength to fight the other party and insist that the other party take back the evaluation report, right?
Even if you're right, it might turn into being wrong—or it could even be a trap set by the other party.

If he were in Beidu, with his teacher's backing, Chonghui would have no fear of his opponent.

Unfortunately, they were playing away from home.

Are we just going to let them go like this, and then wait for this kind of scoundrel to attack again sometime in the future?

Chonghui narrowed his eyes, a multitude of thoughts colliding in his mind—

……

"You just said you used 'Director Zhang's' connections, right?"

Just then, Nan Zhuren suddenly spoke up.

The short man and the tall man suddenly stopped.

They had been paying attention to Nan Zhuren from the beginning.

At this moment, the high-risk target who had been silent all along suddenly spoke the first sentence, and they really couldn't ignore it.

The short man took a deep breath, turned to Nan Zhuren with a forced smile, and said, "That's right, you also know Director Zhang?"

He felt a sense of relief—could things be turning around? Was this Nan Zhuren really so worldly-wise?

“Oh, I don’t know him, don’t misunderstand,” Nan Zhuren said. “I just overheard you talking to Director Chang like that, so I assume you wouldn’t lie to him.” “And what you just said was a mix of truth and falsehood; I really don’t know what your expressions were like when you were telling the truth—”

Nan Zhuren stretched out his finger and drew a circle on the short man's face: "—Now, I understand."

The short man blinked.

Then, he suddenly tightened all the muscles in his body.

Although Nan Zhuren was smaller and had a more composed expression than Chonghui, the shorter man suddenly felt as if he were being stared at by a ferocious beast.

"Oh, I'm quite familiar with the expressions on your faces right now. They're the kind of expressions that say you know me and think I'm going to do something bad to you."

Nan Zhuren chuckled softly, recalling the scene when he first met Huang Xin and Liu Pan.

Speaking of which, I wonder how Huang Xin is doing now under Sister Pingting's care.

"It seems you all know me and are aware of my abilities. You must have seen me at the supervisory meeting before, right?"

"—Yes. Great, then it seems I don't need to do much self-introduction and can get right to it."

Chonghui blinked, looking at the short man who looked like he'd seen a ghost, and then at Nan Zhuren.

Somewhat unclear.

Nan Zhuren offered no explanation, only pressing his opponents: "You plan to use Director Zhang's connections to sabotage us after you leave, to see if you can steal the project, right? — Yes."

He sighed, his tone flat: "What a despicable person."

The short man blushed and was about to say something.

"But do you know what this interesting thing is?" Nan Zhuren, as usual, cut off the other person's words after provoking them.

“Your reaction was quite interesting when the student’s parent said, ‘You’re in cahoots with the school.’”

"[Pupils dilate, [swallowing], [rapid breathing], and then [increase volume] in a [stressful] manner. Although you may not be very skilled, you do have some ability, and theoretically you shouldn't react so strongly to your parents' criticism."

"At the same time, the tall guy behind you is showing a lot of physical atrophy. This all points to one fact—your secrets have been exposed."

"So, you really are in cahoots with the school—no, Director Zhang is in cahoots with the school, isn't that right?"

Nan Zhuren looked at it and nodded: "Very good—I was right."

If the short man had just blushed because of Nan Zhuren's offense...

At that moment, all the color had drained from his face.

"You, you...you have no evidence," the short man forced himself to say.

"Yes, no, but we don't need any evidence at all. You don't care about losing this project or offending us. But what if we tell Director Zhang that you leaked his relationship with the school to us?

"He doesn't need evidence to prove that you said it, and he doesn't need any evidence at all."

Nan Zhuren's tone was calm: "You'll end up losing more than you gain. Not only will you fail to acquire the connections you want, but you'll also end up on Director Zhang's and even the official blacklist. Wouldn't that be worse?"

He stepped forward slowly and gently placed his hands on the shorter man's shoulders.

The short man instinctively flinched at Nan Zhuren's movement. But Nan Zhuren ignored him, continuing to exert force, pressing his hand against the man's body, and forcefully changing the direction of his movement from "the door" to "Changming's location".

“Now, go inside, retrieve that assessment report for anorexia, tear it up, and then get away from this project. We can then pretend nothing ever happened.”

“Otherwise…” Nan Zhuren leaned close to the other person’s ear, “you can imagine what might happen.”

aside.

Chonghui looked at Nan Zhuren, then at the short man, then at the tall man, and then at Chang Ming's direction.

Then let's look back at Nan Zhuren.

blinked.

(End of this chapter)