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32: Chapter 32 The Essentials of Psychological Lectures 32: Chapter 32 The Essentials of Psychological Lectures The tone from the other side was quite surprised, and also quite excited.

Nan Zhubin held the phone closer to himself and looked at the screen where it displayed the word “teacher.”

Then he put it back to his ear and started talking about his recent experiences.

He began with the unexpected encounter with the visitor, Chen Ting.

The teacher listened for a while, comprehending, and then slowly said, “Old Huo is still the same as ever, as long as he can make money, he doesn’t care about anything else.”

The teacher explained, “I asked you to be a consultation assistant because I was worried that incident might affect you.

Originally, I thought of letting you adjust for a while, but I didn’t expect you would start intensive consultations again, and for eight hours a day…

This is irresponsible to yourself and to the visitors!”

Nan Zhubin thought for a moment, and did not reply.

The teacher continued on his own, “I’ll talk to Old Huo; you can’t go on like this.

Not only will you fail to solve problems for the visitors, but I’m afraid you’ll have issues yourself.”

“Actually, I think it’s fine now.”

“See, you’ve already lost self-awareness.” The teacher chuckled a few times, with a slight scolding tone, “How about this, I’ll be back in the country in a couple of days, you come see me, and I’ll take a look at your condition.”

“Are you going to assess me?

Wouldn’t that trouble you too much?”

“I’ll inform the doorman to let you in.” The teacher’s voice was peculiar, “After all, Zhuren, you were the best student under me back then…”

This seemed like just a simple call of a teacher caring for their student.

The mentor kept talking on the other end, conveying a deep sense of care and concern across the ocean.

After a long while, Nan Zhubin hung up the phone with a strange expression on his face.

He stared at the word “teacher” on the phone screen for a long time.

Then, he recalled Weng Pinting’s invitation to him during the day.

“Perhaps, I could first visit Jiangdu University?”

…

“Have you heard?

The Supervisor is going to Jiangdu University to give a lecture, and this time they will also bring an assistant!”

The consultant speaking had a nice-looking stubble beard, his tone excited, eyes sparkling as if he had seen another pair of beautiful whiskers.

The consultants of the Yan Nuo Center were all gathered in the conference room, waiting for today’s exchange meeting to begin.

But before the Supervisor arrived, everyone clearly had a lot to share.

For instance, the assistant spot for this Jiangdu University lecture.

Bald Yang was sitting in the corner, but due to previous incidents, there were still not many people looking to chat with him.

However, Bald Yang looked around and suddenly chuckled, “Old Hu, it seems you’re also looking for a chance to give a lecture lately?”

“Yes.”

“If you could go to Jiangdu University, would that increase your worth?”

“…Mind your own business.” The stubble-bearded consultant pouted, turning toward the white shirt who had first brought up the topic, “Has the Supervisor said who they will take this time?”

Apart from him, there was another group of eager consultants.

Unexpectedly, Bald Yang suddenly spoke up, “Who else could they bring?

The newbie, or has the Supervisor talked to any of you separately over the past two days?”

This remark was like a splash of cold water, dousing the consultants head-on.

The profession of psychological consultant has a relatively high turnover rate, with few able to truly become a major consultant handling multiple cases with consultation fees exceeding a thousand dollars per hour.

Many consultants, after a few years, choose to change careers.

And giving lectures, becoming a lecturer — is a considerable career advancement direction.

Performing emotional relaxation lectures before exams in primary and secondary schools, conducting occupational mental health lectures in enterprises, giving psychological guidance and education lectures in grassroots institutions, and so on.

Each of these lectures can bring in a five-figure income, far exceeding general psychological consultations.

The workload is also light, with just a few cases and a script prepared, they can be used repeatedly, unlike psychological consultations where different intervention plans are required for each visitor.

And such one-to-many educational lectures do not require deep psychological expertise, just an impressive resume.

For instance, a prestigious academic background, participation in major projects, or — having held a lecture at a prestigious institution.

For example, this time going to Jiangdu University to give a lecture, even if only as an assistant, the discerning university news department wouldn’t specifically point it out; they would only write vague copy like, “Senior Consultant, Mr.

Weng and X Teacher provided guidance…”

By then, with a few photos, the stubble-bearded consultant could claim to be a “Senior Consultant once invited to give lectures at a well-known local university.”

Afterwards, both market value and resources at hand would see a significant increase.

Successfully transitioning from a psychological consultant to psychology lecture speaker is like evolving a Digimon into a powerful form like Angewomon, immensely rewarding.

Any hindrance would be akin to a grudge against someone who stole one’s love.

“Did the Supervisor mention the criteria for selecting the assistant this time?”

Bald Yang shrugged indifferently, “Who knows?

Maybe someone young, free, obedient?”

…

Click—

The door opened.

Nan Zhubin was still thinking back to the conversation with the teacher last night, when he was met with a burst of enthusiasm.

Faces, gazes, some were smiling, some indifferent.

But on their faces were similar furrows, as if conveying a certain convergent emotion they held towards him.

Something felt off.

Nan Zhubin squinted slightly, ready to choose a young consultant who seemed not too deep and observe something on his face when he heard noise coming from behind.

Thud, thud.

Creak—

The meeting room door opened, and Supervisor Weng, wearing a khaki trench coat, appeared before everyone, stepping in with high heels.

The people who were previously whispering immediately straightened up formally.

“Everyone.”

Weng Pinting strode toward the main seat, turned around.

From a psychological consultant’s professional perspective, Weng Pinting was quite young, younger than most of the consultants present.

But her beautiful almond-shaped eyes showed a sharp gaze, a power brought by profound professional knowledge and a solid career background.

As her gaze swept across the room, even the oldest consultant couldn’t help but feel like a student being stared at by a teacher.

[Are the eyes of these professionally trained psychological consultants always like this?]

Someone in the room silently shouted in their heart, and Bald Yang even involuntarily looked in Nan Zhubin’s direction.