Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?!-Chapter 13: Who Doesn’t Record Conversations at Work?

"You're an experienced consultant, you don't have to come to work this early, yet here you are, and you went straight to Lu Jia. Your intentions are obvious without guessing," Nan Zhubin said.

"Do you want to engage in male competition? No, do you feel threatened by me? That's it, but why do you think so?"

Nan Zhubin quickly asked questions and then kept answering himself.

For a moment, Bald Yang felt he couldn't get a word in. His gaze turned panicky towards the boss, wanting to say something to interrupt Nan Zhubin, but somehow his face flushed, and his throat tightened, leaving him only gasping for breath.

"Why do you feel threatened by me, a new consultant? Did you ask Lu Jia out before, but she refused?"

Bald Yang: "You..."

"Oh, that's really it. But even so, you shouldn't feel that I'd be such a big threat to you on my first day. Do you think I'm excellent? No... it's the opposite, you're too insecure."

Bald Yang: "You..."

Nan Zhubin showed a pitying expression: "I'm right, you're very insecure. The rejection from a young woman like Lu Jia seriously hurt your male ego. You once thought having a successful career and earning more money was enough, but you found out it's not."

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"You're too old, starting to lose hair, and getting out of shape. You've done psychological consultation for over ten years, but not having formal training or organizing yourself systematically, so your ability is even less than mine, a young person."

"You even initially thought you couldn't handle this case you considered depressive disorder, and I took it up instead. Are you feeling worse now? And moreover..."

Bald Yang's flushed face suddenly erupted like a volcano: "Enough!"

He lost control.

The expression he barely managed to maintain suddenly vanished, and his roar echoed out of the office, causing a commotion.

The other employees at the consulting center were startled, looking in the direction of the office, surprised and unsure.

"Is that Old Yang's voice? What's happening over there?"

"Is he arguing with the boss?"

"Isn't Sister Pingting also in there? Old Yang is being so confrontational?"

...

Howard frowned deeply.

Nan Zhubin shrugged his shoulders, not expecting to achieve his goal so easily. He turned to look at Howard, clearly observing a slight change in the boss's micro expressions towards Bald Yang, like weights being added to one side of a scale.

Unfortunately, although it kept sinking, it had not completely tipped over.

A final straw was needed.

...

Howard knocked hard on the table: "Teacher Yang, please sit down."

The dull double "thud" seemed to knock on Bald Yang's head, bringing back some of his rationality.

"Boss, he's talking nonsense. He obviously snatched my client, he..."

Howard looked at the out-of-control Yang Xudao. His panic already told a lot. But after a moment of silence, he suddenly asked, "Teacher Yang, do you have any clients today?"

Bald Yang was stunned: "Yes, one at ten o'clock, and another in the afternoon."

"Both are long-term consultations, right?"

"Correct."

Howard nodded: "Then Teacher Yang should go prepare for the consultations."

Bald Yang was momentarily stunned, caught on, and although his face showed some reluctance, he eventually displayed a smile of relief.

Howard then turned to Nan Zhubin: "Mr. Nan, this is the situation now—Teacher Yang says one thing, and you say another, without witnesses or evidence, it's hard to make things clear."

"But I've noted the issues you mentioned, and I will continue to follow up on them. However, Teacher Yang has clients coming soon. In our industry, missing a client session is like a doctor missing surgery time, it's a crime. For the sake of Yan Nuo Center, let's hold off on this for now..."

Nan Zhubin suddenly said, "This matter can be clarified, I have evidence."

Interrupted again, both Howard and Bald Yang were taken aback.

Seeing Nan Zhubin place his phone on the desk with a "snap" and press a button deftly.

A voice slowly began to play:

"This is a newly admitted female college student, transferred from a friend's referral of the boss, a troublesome case that other consultants couldn't handle and had to dump on someone else."

"This case was transferred from another consulting center, many seasoned consultants couldn't handle it, so I certainly didn't want to take it on..."

Watching Bald Yang's flushed face gradually turn pale.

That was his voice, and he knew what would be said afterward.

"This isn't meant for long-term intervention, this case probably just came to us once, what could go wrong?"

"It doesn't matter, it's not formal intervention therapy..."

"Mr. Nan, you're also heading towards a consultant's path, aren't you? These small cases are perfect for practice and accumulating consulting hours, it's quite suitable!"

...

Nan Zhubin pressed the stop button with a click, having played the recording to his satisfaction.

Bald Yang opened his mouth, not expecting the situation to escalate to this point.

Yes, the current workplace atmosphere is not good, and many employees are gradually forming the habit of recording at their convenience.

However, this was Nan Zhubin's first day at work, who starts recording conversations with employees on their first day?

Even Howard's expression became somewhat stiff.

Before Bald Yang and Howard could speak, Nan Zhubin tapped on his phone again, and another recording started to play:

"Date: Wednesday, January 21, 2016. Client: Nan Zhubin. Consultant: Nan Zhubin..."

Nan Zhubin explained: "I scheduled the sandbox room in advance today, wanting to practice my sandbox therapy, and simultaneously recorded for follow-up learning. But perhaps because I was too excited on my first day and didn't sleep well last night, I was too tired in spirit and forgot to turn off the recording when I left the sandbox room."

He looked at Yang Xudao: "I didn't expect to coincidentally record my conversation with Teacher Yang."

Howard's expression softened a bit, and he seemed to believe it.

Bald Yang's eyes, however, were filled with undisguised skepticism—who would believe such a story?

Regardless of the truth, as long as the boss believed it wasn't true, it was fine!

Bald Yang suddenly realized this was an opportunity, privately transferring clients and falsely accusing colleagues didn't matter anymore—for the boss, an employee who could record anything in the company at any time was the most frightening!

However, Weng Pinting, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke.

Instantly stuffing all of Bald Yang's words back down.

"Mr. Nan has formal education; in school, his mentor often negotiated recordings with clients, using the material as teaching tools—so it's understandable for Mr. Nan to do this," the consulting supervisor said unhurriedly, "But you have to be careful in the future, society isn't like school; recording needs more complex agreements. It's okay to record yourself, but don't record the client's words without consent."