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Chapter 464 - 455: The Bosses All Look at Nan Zhubin the Same Way

Chapter 464: Chapter 455: The Bosses All Look at Nan Zhubin the Same Way

Nan Zhubin scrutinized the visitor.

Male, looked to be in his thirties, not too concerned with skincare but with relatively fair skin, suggesting a job that involves more indoor work.

Upon entering, the visitor gave Nan Zhubin a once-over with a gaze that felt somewhat familiar to Nan Zhubin.

,One could see that his eyes lit up at first, almost instinctively showing an expression of appreciation and contemplation.

But soon, as if remembering something, his expression turned to one of slight suspicion.

"Teacher, you look younger than on your website. I thought your photo was photoshopped..."

The visitor glanced around the room, then walked straight to the double sofa and sat down.

Bai Qinghua’s company’s online channels were considerably more than Howard’s back then. By the third day Nan Zhubin was there, the department in charge of the online segment had already prepared a personal homepage for him.

The contents included Nan Zhubin’s academic background, professional qualifications, and areas of expertise in consultation. Additionally, they took a formal photo of him.

Nan Zhubin roughly understood the meaning in the visitor’s words. It was just the usual skepticism older visitors have towards the life experience of younger consultants. The visitor probably initially thought the photo on Nan Zhubin’s homepage was altered and that he would actually be older.

Nan Zhubin bypassed the topic and said calmly, "Hello, my surname is Nan, you can call me Teacher Nan."

The visitor showed a "there’s no turning back now" look on his face: "My surname is Xue, and I am currently running my own company."

Nan Zhubin nodded, "Alright, Boss Xue."

Understood, it’s the boss. Nan Zhubin realized what that sparkle in the visitor’s eyes earlier meant.

After the self-introduction process was over, the visitor let out a sigh.

"How should I put it, my company isn’t very large, I basically handle everything. So, I often run into some issues, and I’ve built up things that I can’t talk to others about."

"Recently, I’ve truly felt stifled to the point of being unbearable, so I wanted to try talking with a Psychological Consultation."

The visitor appeared cautious: "This is confidential, right?"

Nan Zhubin replied, "Boss Xue, is this your first Psychological Consultation?"

"Yes." The visitor nodded, "I asked some clients I collaborate with, and your company has a great reputation."

Nan Zhubin also nodded, "Before you came in, you must have signed the Informed Consent Form, which includes a confidentiality agreement—meaning our conversation today won’t be known to a third party."

It was unclear whether he trusted his clients, his reputation, or perhaps Nan Zhubin’s calm and steady voice was indeed very convincing.

The visitor steadied his breathing and spoke the first sentence: "Actually, it’s not just that I want someone to talk to, Teacher Nan, you could see it as a consultation—I want to ask if you know how to solve a problem about someone I’m about to tell you about."

Consulting on how to solve another person’s problem?

Nan Zhubin raised an eyebrow in his mind, this sounded very much like the opening of "I have a friend."

However—

[A brief nose wrinkle, eyebrows lowered.]

[Chin extends forward, one side of the mouth tightens slightly with a twist.]

[Possibly disdain or vexation or anger... In any case, recalling a very annoying person.]

It seemed they really weren’t talking about themselves.

The visitor licked his lips: "In my industry, there’s a job called a Colorist, whose work is to adjust paint formulas to create the colors clients want."

"The skills for this profession are all in a pair of eyes, requiring a high sensitivity to colors. Beyond that, it only needs a bit of elementary school math, scaling up the materials from sample formulas into normal formulas."

It was clear that upon mentioning part of his expertise, the visitor gestured with both hands in front of his chest.

"It’s a very niche job, one that’s nearly obsolete now, and it’s mostly taught through mentorship and apprenticeship. It’s so niche that you can’t even find it at a junior college level. The learning process involves constantly working among piles of paint, becoming familiar with color and change patterns, with no textbooks, and typically relying on ’intuition’."

The visitor’s eyes briefly lit up again, but then reverted back to that mix of disdain, vexation, and anger.

"Recently, we hired such a Colorist. Although only in his thirties, it’s said he apprenticed in Yuedong at the age of fifteen; logically, he’d have nearly 20 years of working experience. But when he came, the first formula he made during his entry test contained... some ridiculous mistakes!"

When he said "ridiculous," the visitor ground his teeth hard.

We had moved into the storytelling part now, and there was little space— nor much need—for interjections.

Nan Zhubin leaned forward slightly, nodding as the visitor spoke to show that he was grasping the backstory, playing his role as a listener well.

"During the entry test, we gave him a task to adjust a color. He calculated and asserted that he needed to add a certain material at 0.4 grams per 10 kilograms, or 0.04 grams per kilogram, in the production formula. The worker responsible for mixing, seeing the unusual specification, misread it and added 0.4 grams per kilogram—ten times the amount in his formula. The resulting color seemed passable, but the formulas submitted during the entry recording phase didn’t match up at all."

The visitor ground his teeth again: "So, we checked the prototype formula drafts he left behind."

[Eyes widen, staring forward.]

[Eyebrows lowering and drawing together.]

[Okay, disdain and vexation lessened, now nearly pure anger.]

"Based on calculations, our current results show the color adjusted using 0.4 grams per kilogram."

"He refused to acknowledge this 0.4 calculation result, so we started quibbling. Since it’s elementary math, verifying the calculation was quick, and then an interesting point turned up."

At this point, the visitor’s eyes bulged wide.

"He began by denying each step of the calculated answer, suggesting that our guidance in the calculation process was flawed."

"Then he wrote a blatantly incorrect equation and ended it with his 0.04 answer, claiming our color was created using 0.04 grams per kilogram in the formula!"

The visitor’s tone grew excited, left hand tapping his thigh, right hand gesturing as if chopping vegetables before his chest.

"So we tried reversing the process, going from his incorrect 0.04 result to deduce the corresponding material addition in his sample."

"In the step before arriving at his result, he once again repeated his prior behavior, striking through our calculation process and publishing his own, arriving at his unique result."

"But the funny part was his result didn’t match the correct result, nor did it match the data he’d left on his sample!"

The visitor took a deep breath; even recalling past events required calming his emotions.

"Thus, we pointed out the problem to him, and after thinking for a while, he continued to—de—ny!"

The visitor wore an absurd expression: "He changed his story, saying the data in his previous drafts was incorrect, claiming his current data was accurate!"