It's the last day of October.
In the workspace of Lightyear Coffee Shop, Jian Yan is preparing for Singles' Day.
In 2009, Taobao wanted to create a shopping festival exclusively for Taobao Mall and its stores. Singles' Day on November 11th fell right between the National Day Golden Week and Christmas, and consumers also had a need to buy winter clothes due to the changing weather. Thus, Singles' Day was born.
This year marks the second Singles' Day, and Jianyan took it very seriously. She combined the new products for this winter and produced many versions of copywriting and posters, making her fingers ache.
"Sigh, if only there were a robot that could make posters for me," Jian Yan sighed, rubbing her back and gazing wistfully at the ceiling.
"You should always have dreams, what if they come true?" Xue Qiandai stared at the computer screen, reflecting her partner's thoughts.
Jian Yan chuckled, "If there really were robots that could do all this for us, wouldn't we all be out of a job?"
Xue Qiandai pointed to her temple, confidently and arrogantly declaring, "My brain is worth hundreds of millions. AI can't replace it. But you've reminded me, perhaps I can consult my beauty about the technical possibilities."
Jian Yan was already used to Xue Qiandai constantly mentioning "beauty." "Hmm, your beauty is all-powerful, awesome!"
That doesn't sound quite right.
"Your Senior Brother Qin is also amazing. My beauty's skills have repeatedly broken industry standards, and Senior Brother Qin deserves a lot of credit." Xue Qiandai, who also has a high EQ, immediately switched into a mutual flattery mode.
In fact, just a few years later, Taobao had already achieved intelligent marketing and promotion. With an average of 8,000 images per second, many designers, like Jian Yan, lamented that unemployment was imminent.
"I like to connect with Kashmir in winter."
"Crackling"
That's exactly what it means to be attracted to someone.
Singles' Day is not lonely
Dating yourself
"May your life be as beautiful as summer flowers during Double Eleven!"
Jian Yan read her copy with great expression.
"Very good. People who are nourished by love write things that are full of love, it's almost overflowing through the screen," Xue Qiandai teased Jian Yan.
Jian Yan's ears turned slightly red; she would never admit that she had actually been thinking about Qin Shu while writing. "Dai Dai, what are you doing?"
Xue Qiandai tilted the computer screen slightly, letting Jian Yan glance at it. "I'm getting to know someone."
"Huang Lufei is a renowned psychological counselor. He graduated from the Department of Psychology at the University of Michigan and has been engaged in psychological counseling for over ten years, with over a thousand classic cases. Among them, 52 cases are included in the best-selling book 'Psychoanalysis and Self-Personality Identification'."
"Dai Dai, why are you investigating him?" Jian Yan asked tentatively.
“Oh, he might know… no, he must know about my aunt. My aunt, my mother’s younger sister.”
According to online information, Huang Lufei runs a psychological clinic located in an office building in Sanlitun, targeting high-end clients and providing them with one-on-one, comprehensive consultation solutions. Due to its professionalism and authority, it enjoys high client trust, and many clients often make appointments well in advance.
Xue Qiandai opened the clinic's official website and found the 8-digit appointment number. She dialed it directly.
"Hello, this is Lu Fei Psychological Counseling Center. How can I help you?"
Xue Qiandai cleared her throat; her cold hadn't completely healed, and her voice was a little hoarse. "Hello, I'd like to schedule a consultation for the earliest available time, with Mr. Huang making a personal visit."
The reply was polite but stiff: "Sorry, that will be in six months."
Half a year?
Is psychological counseling so popular? It's practically in high demand.
"I'm sorry, can you expedite this? The patient really can't wait six months."
A half-hearted apology came from the other end: "Each of our customers is important, so we must be responsible for everyone who consults us."
She angrily hung up the phone, frowning as she pondered a solution.
"Dai Dai, perhaps you could ask the bosses around you if anyone can pull some strings and get you a fast track," Jian Yan suggested.
In fact, having more friends makes life easier. Xue Qiandai only made one phone call and found the right approach.
Rong Xiao had a wealthy second-generation designer friend who had consulted with him before. Apparently, being an independent designer isn't easy these days, and he'd become depressed. Using this connection, Xue Qiandai arranged to meet on November 3rd, with Rong Xiao accompanying her.
Because of Huo Meiren's previous public confession online, and being the daughter of a former richest man and the half-sister of Su Qianhui, Xue Qiandai's face is now highly recognizable, comparable to a popular young actress. Therefore, when she went to the psychological clinic today, she used the same trick again, putting on a rather indescribable freckled makeup.
Before even reaching their destination, Rong Xiao was so agitated that he gagged several times.
Xue Qiandai didn't take it to heart, smiling contentedly and happily. "Don't be obsessed with me anymore, you can't even tolerate my freckles."
The nausea that Rong Xiao had managed to suppress surged up again. "Consort Dai, spare me, please wipe these spots off quickly."
"No way!" Xue Qiandai raised her chin and stepped into the clinic. "You, stop here."
Huang Lufei's private clinic has different spaces, some for hypnosis and others for intimate conversation.
Huang Lufei was around thirty-five years old, wearing a white lab coat, his side-parted hair was neatly styled, and his glasses were the kind with chains that give off a scholarly air. He was refined and erudite. Just from his appearance alone, it was easy to put people at ease.
"Hello, what's your name?" At this moment, Huang Lufei was sitting behind an all-in-one machine. His voice was very pleasant, a typical deep bass.
"Rong Xiaoxiao, the 'Xiao' in 'carefree'." Xue Qiandai didn't want to alert the enemy, so she didn't use his real name. Since the relationship involved Rong Xiao anyway, she'd let him take the blame to the end.
His fingers flew across the keyboard; Huang Lufei was probably taking notes. "What problems or symptoms do you have?"
"I...I think I've lost my memory." Xue Qiandai lowered her head with the spirit of someone vying for an Oscar. She knew that many psychologists were adept at judging a person's behavior through micro-expressions, so she dared not look him in the eye. "My father's investments failed, and our family went bankrupt overnight. I can't remember anything from that period."
Huang Lufei smiled knowingly, the kind that puts people at ease. "In a way, this is your memory selectively forgetting. That period must have been painful, so your brain activated its shutdown function. Was this memory important to you?"
Xue Qiandai nodded solemnly, "Yes, because during this time, my boyfriend also broke up with me. And I can't remember why we broke up, so I want to recover my memory and find out why we broke up. I heard that hypnosis can awaken memories. Teacher Huang, oh, you don't mind me calling you that, do you? I specifically looked up your resume before I came here. In the field of hypnosis and memory awakening, you are an absolute authority."
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