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Chapter 36 - 36 36 I don’t know what this emotion is how about you

36: Chapter 36 I don’t know what this emotion is, how about you?

(Please follow) 36: Chapter 36 I don’t know what this emotion is, how about you?

(Please follow) “This is the first application of my micro-expression analysis: deep parsing of an individual by establishing a baseline; and the second application is to judge the behavioral tendency of a group through superficial expressions, which is something we can actually use now.”

“For example—”

Nan Zhubin looked at the faces of the other consultants: “The expressions on your faces just told me that my interpretation of Teacher Yang was correct.”

Hiss—

All the consultants involuntarily straightened their posture.

Some people started nodding unconsciously, using subconscious body movements to affirm Nan Zhubin.

The chinstrap beard dropped about another 4 degrees, making it similar in height to the others, no longer prominently or half-forcedly showing off his handsome beard.

He was already considering whether to find an appropriate moment to sit down…

“Oh right, Mr.

Hu’s expressions are also quite interesting.”

The chinstrap beard jolted, was it already a bit late to sit now?

“When you just mentioned your client, you had many interesting reactions: your chin would rise, your mouth often curled upwards; and when talking about some clients venting to you and needing your empathy, your lips would purse and your eyebrows would furrow slightly—sorry, these actually aren’t ‘micro’ expressions, they’re too ‘big’, so I received them without extra effort.”

The chinstrap beard gulped.

“Your reactions in the chin and mouth corners peaked when people were applauding.

Since I don’t know you well enough yet, I wouldn’t presumptuously define what exact emotion this is.”

The chinstrap beard slightly exhaled, his chest rising and falling in a deep breath smoothed out a bit.

“But interestingly, when facing colleagues, this emotion I’m unsure about also appears from time to time, with varying intensity levels.

For instance, when facing Mr.

Bai, Teacher Wang, and Teacher Ye, this emotion is there but not strong—”

Nan Zhubin, with his palm up, motioned towards the white shirt, thick glasses, and several other consultants by the table, who were among the more senior in the center.

“Whereas, with the other teachers, this emotion is much stronger.

Perhaps because of a cervical spine issue, your chin’s range of motion isn’t large, but the corners of your mouth and eyes noticeably curl up.”

Nan Zhubin’s hand now swept over the younger and less experienced consultants.

As Nan Zhubin waved his hand.

Whether novices or veterans, when looking at the chinstrap beard, all consultants narrowed their eyes slightly, lifting the corners and tightening their eye bags.

“Only when facing Sister Pingting did you not exhibit that unexplained emotion that appears when talking about clients,” Nan Zhubin added.

The white-shirt consultant couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Heh.”

The consultant with thick glasses tossed his pen aside, leaned back with arms crossed, tilting his head to look at the chinstrap beard.

“Oh right, that furrowed brow, pursed lips reaction you show when empathizing with clients appeared earlier too,” Nan Zhubin pondered a bit, then added, “it’s the same as the response when looking at Teacher Yang.”

Bald Yang snapped his head up.

…

Weng Pinting propped her chin with her left hand, seemingly a bit tired, and then switched to another hand.

If her gaze at Nan Zhubin was at Level 4 interest earlier, it was now at Level 5.

She had previously heard of Nan Zhubin’s judgment of Chen Ting’s fake [depression], and had seen Nan Zhubin’s confrontation with Bald Yang in the office.

But it was the first time she’d seen Nan Zhubin demonstrate his micro-expression analysis skills so vividly.

It felt like the white-shirt consultant saw another white shirt, the chinstrap beard consultant saw another handsome beard, and Weng Pinting’s gaze towards Nan Zhubin inevitably sparkled.

However, since today’s theme was after all about case discussions and seeing the situation veering off course, she couldn’t help but lightly cough twice to bring everyone’s attention back.

“We’ve gone slightly off-topic.

And Mr.

Hu, don’t interrupt when other teachers are speaking, even if you have questions, let them finish first.”

“Please sit down for now.”

The chinstrap beard nodded absent-mindedly, his chin touching his neck, sitting down as if receiving an amnesty.

“Then continue, Mr.

Nan.”

“Alright.”

Nan Zhubin nodded: “Where was I just now?

Mr.

Hu frowning and pursing his lips at Teacher Yang?”

Weng Pinting smiled: “You mentioned using the [Confrontation] method to build a good consulting relationship.”

“Oh right.” Nan Zhubin naturally picked up the folder in his hand, “Then I collected more information about the clients through emotional judgment just discussed, assessing her condition to be more in line with [PTSD] symptoms, specifically as follows…”

“As for subsequent interventions, the plan is to use the [System Desensitization Method].”

“Simultaneously, depending on the situation, family therapy might also be necessary…”

Nan Zhubin spoke slowly, the professional consultant had a clear and measured cadence in his speech, and Nan Zhubin’s voice was as outstanding as his appearance.

Plus, with the casually displayed skills earlier, the other consultants at the table listened attentively like well-behaved students.

There were no more extra movements or discussions.

Scrape—scrape—

This was the sound of the shorthand pen’s tip rubbing against the paper.

“However, since the client did not come for a second consultation, the follow-up plan wasn’t implemented, and that’s all for this case for now.”

“—Above.”

Nan Zhubin turned his gaze around: “I wonder if the teachers have any comments?”

Scrape—pause.

The shorthand pens stopped, the consultants exchanged subtle glances with familiar colleagues.

Then, applause, both social and yet not entirely social, erupted.

Weng Pinting curled her lips, letting the applause linger for an appropriate meeting duration, then continued controlling the scene: “Next, which teacher would like to share a case?”

The case discussions continued, and Nan Zhubin was unaffected, attentively listening to each consultant’s sharing, hoping to absorb knowledge from them.

Until half an hour later.

“That will be all for today, everyone go back and organize the materials, and seriously prepare for the clients at hand.”

Learning is peripheral; for consultants working for the company, everything they learn still has to be applied to their work.

“Oh, right, at the end of the month, I’m going to give a lecture at Jiangdu University, and I need an assistant.

Planning to take Mr.

Nan first, anyone else interested?”

The chinstrap beard who had been keeping his head down suddenly froze, the chin touching his neck was lifted to a normal human level: “Can you take two people?”

“Not just two.” Weng Pinting nodded, “As long as you don’t have any scheduled clients that day.

But if there are too many people, some selection must be made, leaving enough people to man the office.”

“Well, can I sign up?” The chinstrap beard was somewhat dazed.

Weng Pinting said matter-of-factly: “Of course.”

“The others can think it over and come see me before the end of the day if they want to sign up, that’s it then.”

She then suddenly turned her head: “Mr.

Nan, please stay for a bit.”

Nan Zhubin, who was about to stand up and leave, paused.

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