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

Chapter 41 Jiangdu University
Howard asked, "Any consultations today?"

Nan Zhuren breathed a barely perceptible sigh of relief and replied, "I just finished this morning."

"Is it possible to stay and do this long-term?"

Nan Zhuren smiled obediently and, depending on the situation, chose to tell part of the truth: "Brother Xiaobing is working hard to follow up, and there is a good chance."

Howard nodded in satisfaction.

"How are your long-term consultations going? I remember your two most profitable clients were acquired in the first two days?"

Nan Zhuren nodded in affirmation and said, "The first one is Chen Ting, whom you know, and the second one is a bar owner surnamed Huang."

Howard leaned forward: "How have they been lately?"

Nan Zhuren said regretfully, "Chen Ting hasn't come since the second consultation; the bar owner did come the second time, but not the third time."

Not only Chen Ting, but also Boss Huang, who mistook his career setback for an emotional setback, also missed a consultation.

However, Mr. Huang is different from Chen Ting.

Later, Nan Zhuren's assistant did manage to contact Chen Ting's mother and learn some details about Chen Ting's situation. However, Boss Huang seemed to have completely disappeared; he neither came in person nor answered phone calls or text messages.

It's as if they've vanished into thin air.

It has been more than ten days now.

Nan Zhuren was quite disappointed. Although he could still make money under such circumstances, he missed several hours of consultations, which resulted in him only achieving his monthly goal for the second time today.

To Nan Zhuren's surprise, Howard also showed a regretful expression upon hearing this.

He thought Howard would be just like Shen Bing, happy to make money for free.

Howard glanced in the direction of his office and suddenly lowered his voice.

This middle-aged man's voice is very magnetic, and when he suddenly lowers the volume, it has a deep bass feel, which is very pleasant to listen to.

However, based on his current body language and movements, Nan Zhuren always felt that he was acting suspiciously.

"Xiao Nan, I have an idea, what do you think of this..."

Nan Zhuren took a new coffee cup, held it up to his chest, and leaned forward slightly: "Please speak."

Are you confident that you can get these visitors to renew their contracts later?

"Hmm?" Nan Zhuren looked at Howard's face and paused. "Boss, I'm quite confident I can solve their problem..."

“Of course, we need to solve the problem.” Howard shook his head. “What I mean is, could your intervention process be a little more conservative? Or, could you persuade the other party to continue counseling after the problem is solved, to ensure that the problem is resolved more thoroughly?”

Nan Zhuren narrowed his eyes.

He understood what Howard meant.

He looked at Howard's face and memorized the expression on the other man's face. He felt that this was an expression that needed to be recorded now, so that it could serve as a "baseline" later.

He continued, while observing.

“But now neither of these two visitors are coming.” Nan Zhuren glanced at the direction behind Howard. “They probably think they’re fine now.”

"I know I know."

Howard frowned slightly, seemingly troubled: "But Xiao Nan, do you know what I started out doing?"

"what?"

"Private investigator".

Nan Zhuren looked on with awe and admiration: "Are there still any of these in China?"

"...so I changed careers."

Howard shook his head: "That's not the point. The point is my working method back then. Do you know what efforts we have to make to maintain a client?"

Nan Zhuren still looked behind Howard: "What efforts?"

"It's similar to the sales model of gyms these days; we need to maintain relationships with customers offline frequently..."

"Howard!"

A cold voice suddenly rang out behind Howard.

Then, Nan Zhuren saw Boss Huo's body suddenly stiffen, and in that instant, he could read an unimaginable amount of information from the other man's face.

Weng Pingting stood at the boundary between the office area and the tea room, her eyes sharp. Nan Zhuren believed that Howard absolutely felt what it meant to be "like a thorn in one's back" at that moment.

"Teacher Xiao Nan, get ready, we're leaving for Jiangdu University in half an hour to give a lecture."

"Okay." Nan Zhuren obediently agreed, then looked up and greeted him in a social manner, "Boss, shall I go now?"

“Go ahead.” Howard nodded. It was clear he was trying his best to maintain his composure, but his flustered micro-expressions still hurt Nan Zhuren’s eyes.

Nan Zhuren slowly left the tea room.

As I approached the office, I saw several people holding water cups craning their necks at the edge, waiting expectantly.

Several of the cups still contained instant coffee powder that had already been poured in, leaving them in a dilemma: whether or not to go to the tea room for hot water.

As for the rest…

"If you're just watching for fun, you should at least hold a cup in your hand," Nan Zhuren kindly reminded him in a low voice.

The remaining consultants suddenly realized their point and hurriedly returned to their workstations as if nothing had happened. Then, carrying mugs, coffee cups, and mineral water bottles, they turned back with a worried expression, also looking caught in a dilemma.

Nan Zhuren shrugged and returned to his workstation to start packing his things.

Today is the "end of the month" that I mentioned I would be giving a lecture at Jiangdu University.

……

In the general public's simple understanding, the shorter the name of a university, the more prestigious it seems.

Six characters are ideal, but four characters would be even better.

Even if you don't know anything about the school, seeing such a short name can give you a feeling of awe and wonder.

Of course, there are also examples where six-character universities are more prestigious than four-character universities, and some eight- or seven-character universities are also strong contenders for the top nine universities in the country.

However, "Jiangdu University," a university named after a coastal province, doesn't need to worry about this.

It is the best university in Jiangdu Province; and nationwide, it is a strong contender for the top 5, or even the top 3.

It was also Nan Zhuren's alma mater.

"Are you Teacher Weng, Teacher Hu, or Teacher Nan?"

The reception staff had been waiting at the school gate for a long time. When they saw Weng Pingting and her group, their eyes lit up and they immediately came to greet them.

The bearded man raised an eyebrow at Nan Zhuren with a smug look, his chin, adorned with a handsome beard, uncontrollably rising two degrees.

When the receptionist mentioned him, his name was listed before Nan Zhuren's, which was very important to him.

Nan Zhuren shrugged indifferently, then glanced at the reception team in front of him.

The person socializing with Weng Pingting has a high hairline and looks visibly tired; she is probably a young teacher, perhaps a newly hired lecturer at the school.
He was followed by a man and a woman with clear eyes; they appeared to be students.

After the female student clearly saw Nan Zhuren, her eyes suddenly became clear and bright, and she immediately raised her camera.

"Our school's official website will be publishing news later, and we might need the teachers' cooperation in taking some photos, as well as group photos with school leaders," the teacher in charge explained.

“No problem.” Weng Pingting was very familiar with all of this.

Click. Weng Pingting was photographed.

Click. I took a photo of the bearded man and Nan Zhuren together.

Click. I took a picture of Nan Zhuren.

Click. Another picture of Weng Pingting.

Click, click. They're filming Nan Zhuren again.

Click, click, click. Still filming Nan Zhuren.

Click, click, click, click—

The camera in the female student's hand kept flashing.

"Is it necessary to take so many photos?"

"We need to choose the best angle!" the girl declared confidently.

The man with the thick beard suddenly lowered his chin by another 3 degrees, making it lower than the average person's.

(End of this chapter)