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Chapter 51 - 51 51 Radical Intervention Plan

51: Chapter 51: Radical Intervention Plan 51: Chapter 51: Radical Intervention Plan Nan Zhubin said nothing; he felt it wasn’t his time to speak yet.

Howard clicked his tongue: “If back then, I hadn’t gotten into this, doing things in this ‘rule-breaking’ way as a private investigator.”

He made a gesture indicating “surviving in the cracks.”

“I wouldn’t be where I am today.

And the reason I transitioned into psychological consultation is that I feel there are many similarities between it and my previous line of work.”

“Both require us to deeply understand human nature, both expose us to ugly things we usually don’t see.

And if you want to do well, go far, similarly…

there are some rules you shouldn’t follow too strictly.”

Nan Zhubin still said nothing; he felt it wasn’t his time to speak yet.

Howard leaned back forcefully, picked up the ashtray, making the office a bit more smoke-laden.

“Earlier, did you ask Xiao Shen for the client’s contact information?”

Nan Zhubin nodded: “Yes.”

“Why?”

“I think I need to contact her to bring her back; I can handle her well.”

Howard stared at Nan Zhubin for about the time it takes to smoke a third of a cigarette, then showed a satisfied smile: “Then go ahead, I agree.”

At this point, Howard asked further: “By the way, will this client be with us for a long time?”

Nan Zhubin thought for a moment, confirming Howard didn’t have the ability for micro-expression analysis.

Even if he did, in the current environment, he probably wouldn’t be able to use it.

So Nan Zhubin nodded: “Generally speaking, the treatment course for PTSD is quite long.”

Howard sat up straight: “What’s your plan?”

Nan Zhubin thought for a moment and smiled: “I want to try a more aggressive intervention plan.”

…

Shen Bing craned his neck, looking towards the boss’s office.

Sometimes he looked at the office, other times the wall clock.

He really didn’t expect Nan Zhubin to stir things up so much.

On the first day of work, secretly contacting Bald Yang to hand over the client, bypassing the boss and supervisor—although this was Bald Yang’s scheme, Nan Zhubin’s actions were also against the rules.

And now, he even used his consultant identity to request the client’s private contact information!

Interestingly enough, Nan Zhubin’s two violations were both for this special client, Chen Ting.

“But now that the boss is here, Mr.

Nan should restrain himself a bit.”

Shen Bing felt torn, hoping the boss would manage Nan Zhubin well, yet not too tightly.

“Mr.

Nan still has several consultations lined up, conversion rate, bonuses…”

Muttering under his breath, Shen Bing turned around to see Nan Zhubin stride out of the boss’s office.

From afar, he could clearly see the unrestrained excitement on his face.

“Shen Bing, give me Chen Ting’s contact details, the boss agreed!”

Shen Bing: …?

…

The assistant consultant wasn’t particularly obstinate to begin with, and now with the top dog’s approval on record, everything was set to proceed smoothly.

Yet when Nan Zhubin received the contact information, he couldn’t help but feel a little surprised.

What he got wasn’t Chen Ting’s personal contact.

“This is Chen Ting’s mother’s.” Shen Bing explained.

He pointed to his call logs: “Every time I made contact, it was with Chen Ting’s mother.

This person, well…

let’s just say she’s not easy to communicate with.”

As expected.

Nan Zhubin thought about the first impression he had of Chen Ting’s mother, and then about their meeting at Jiang University.

During Wang An and Chen Ting’s conversation, it seemed he used Chen Ting’s mother to manipulate her.

It looked like the difficulty of intervention was going to escalate.

But this was also within expectations.

Nan Zhubin went to the front desk to confirm with Lu Jia that a consultation room wasn’t booked, ensuring that the upcoming conversation wouldn’t be disturbed.

He entered the consultation room and opened the window, letting in the breeze from outside.

Nan Zhubin dialed the phone.

“Beep—”

“Beep—”

“Hello, is this Teacher Shen?” A woman’s voice answered on the other end.

Although processed through the phone’s distortion, it was still discernible as the voice of a mature woman, warm and stable in pitch.

If she wanted, this could be a voice that comes with its own “dining rice bowl.”

However, the tone of this voice was stiff: “Teacher Shen, we should have mentioned it before, Tingting doesn’t need consultation anymore.

We bought the package earlier, it’s fine, we won’t return it, just consider it a thank you for Mr.

Nan’s initial help with Tingting.”

“Chen Ting’s mother, I’m Nan Zhubin.”

“…Ah, Mr.

Nan.” Possibly because the call came from a consultant and not an assistant, the tone on the other end adjusted slightly, “What’s the matter?”

Nan Zhubin replied: “It’s about Chen Ting.”

Based on Chen Ting’s mother’s tone, Zhubin felt something was amiss but continued: “Chen Ting hasn’t shown up for consultation, and I’m getting worried.

In fact, I gave a lecture at Jiang University yesterday and happened to see her, allowing me to reassess her situation.

If possible, I’d still hope to…”

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted.

“Are you saying Tingting is still sick?” Chen Ting’s mother’s tone was resolute: “Tingting is not sick!”

“She is doing great now, eating on time, sleeping on time, happily spending each day, and even doing better and better in her university studies.” She cited one example after another, as if trying to prove something, as if debating.

After which she shifted to a scolding tone: “Mr.

Nan, our family is grateful you made Tingting happy for a while, but I know how your industry operates.

This so-called ‘casual chatting to feel better,’ we don’t need any more of it.”

“Before, we went along with Tingting’s whims for a while, but as parents, don’t you think we know how Tingting is doing?

If you’re hoping for Tingting to continue consulting at your center, don’t even try.”

“Every day you claim there’s a problem, and even if a child is fine, you’d hypnotize them into being problematic.”

“Click— beep, beep—”

The call was disconnected.

…

Nan Zhubin looked at the screen and shrugged.

Well, this situation was a bit frustrating.

However, it wasn’t entirely unexpected.

“I initially thought directly contacting the client was already quite aggressive.”

“Looks like an even more ‘aggressive’ intervention plan is in order.”

“Then let’s go with plan B.”

He put his work phone aside and took out his personal phone.

Opened WeChat and found a newly added friend.

Remarked as [Xia Tian].

He checked the time to confirm it wasn’t during class time for university students.

With zero pause, he directly typed a message:

“Are you there?”

As expected, in just over ten seconds, the response came from the other side.

“I’m here, Mr.

Nan!”

“What’s going on?”

“(Cute emoji)”

Nan Zhubin quickly replied:

“I’d like to inquire about a girl’s contact information.”