Jiang An'an is a rich man who has pursuits in life. He is a rich man who has pursuits in life and must achieve perfection in everything. He is a self-aware man who must achieve perfection in everything.
of wealthy people.
At the same time, he is also a glorious, famous and excellent psychiatrist whose office is hung with banners.
The reason for engaging in this industry is not that he is interested in psychology and saving lives. On the contrary, he has not read any psychological works and does not care about anyone's life or death. He chose to become a psychiatrist because he found that 90% of
Nine point ninety-nine people's troubles can be solved with money, and he happens to be extremely rich. As long as he simply puts a satisfactory amount of money on the patient's card, the psychological problems can basically be solved.
Dropped.
The reason for engaging in this industry is not that he is interested in psychology and saving lives. On the contrary, he has not read any psychological works and does not care about anyone's life or death. He chose to become a psychiatrist because he found that 90% of
Nine point ninety-nine people's troubles can be solved with money, and he happens to be extremely rich. As long as he simply puts a satisfactory amount of money on the patient's card, the psychological problems can basically be solved.
Dropped.
So after he realized that he was born to do this, he transformed from a perfect and impeccable playboy into a perfect and impeccable psychiatrist.
"Tell me about your situation." In the office, Jiang Ping'an sat opposite a patient.
"I work as a programmer. I was laid off some time ago, and I haven't been able to find a new job... I feel anxious and insomnia. I can't stay energetic every day. I even feel like I'm having auditory hallucinations..." A man in his thirties said
Many years old man with Mediterranean hair explains his situation.
So after he realized that he was born to do this, he transformed from a perfect and impeccable playboy into a perfect and impeccable psychiatrist.
"Tell me about your situation." In the office, Jiang Ping'an sat opposite a patient.
"I work as a programmer. I was laid off some time ago, and I haven't been able to find a new job... I feel anxious and insomnia. I can't stay energetic every day. I even feel like I'm having auditory hallucinations..." A man in his thirties said
Many years old man with Mediterranean hair explains his situation.
Jiang Ping'an crossed his arms across his chest and muttered deliberately: "To put it bluntly, it's about money."
"yes……"
"How much money do you think you have, you can stop being so anxious?"
"Maybe... one million? That's enough for a car loan and a house loan. I also have enough time to find a job or try to start a business."
"One million..." Jiang Anping opened the drawer of his desk, rummaged around inside for a while, and found a bank card, "This is a card with a balance of one million, take it and use it."
The man was stunned.
"Oh, yes." Jiang Ping'an remembered something, opened another drawer and took out two contracts, "Take the money and sign the contract."
"What is this..." The man took the contract first.
Jiang Ping An put the card in front of the man: "It's just a confidentiality contract. After signing the contract and getting the money, if you spread this matter, you will have to pay me a hundred times in return." Jiang Ping An put the card in front of the man.
The man approached him: "It's just a confidentiality contract. After you sign the contract, you get it."
After paying the money, if you spread this matter, you will have to compensate me a hundred times in return." Jiang Ping'an put the card in front of the man: "It's just a confidentiality contract. After signing the contract and getting the money, if you give it to me
If word of this gets out, you will have to pay me a hundred times in return."
【Twenty-seven years】
【Twenty-seven years】 【】
【Twenty-seven years】 【】
【Twenty-seven years】 【】
"But this, this, this time, are you kidding me?" The man said he didn't believe it, but his body was very honest. He smoothly picked up the bank card and stuffed it into his wallet.
"I don't have time to joke with you. If you don't believe me, you can check it yourself." Jiang An said.
"This..." The man thought of Jiang Ping'an's family background and resume, "Were all your previous patients treated this way?"
"Yes."
"Then you are too... equivalent to giving money to others..."
"Not much money."
The man hesitated for a moment and signed, then stood up. He suddenly felt refreshed and all the previous discomforts were gone: "You are such a good doctor... Can I give you a pennant?"
Jiang Ping'an turned his chair, spread out his hands, and scanned the office filled with banners.
The man understood what Jiang An'an meant: "I understand, you mean there are already a lot of things, not to mention my side."
"I mean I don't mind one more face." Jiang An said.
After sending the middle-aged man out of the house, Jiang Ping'an came to the window, opened the curtains vigorously, and enjoyed the mildest sunlight in the morning.
"Perfect." He straightened his collar, feeling proud of his zero negative reviews in his medical career.
"There's a call."
The phone rang. Jiang Ping An glanced at it and found that it was 'Jiang Zhengyi'. He picked up the call impatiently: "My work is very smooth and perfect. I will not take over the family business, so please don't persuade me."
.”
"What are you taking over? Silly son, our family is bankrupt."
"Hahahaha... the little old man is still so humorous." Jiang An'an grinned a few times.
"When did dad lie to you? I called you just to inform you. Seeing that you are doing such a good job as a doctor, dad will feel relieved."
"Speak clearly. Why did our family, with such a big business, go bankrupt so hastily? What's the point of fighting between you and my mother--"
"All……"
"Hello?"
"Dongdongdong."
Just when Jiang An'an wanted to call Jiang Zhengyi back, the door of the office was involuntarily hammered open by the Mediterranean man who came earlier.
"How dare you lie to me!" The first thing the man did when he entered the door was to throw the bank card at Jiang Ping An, "The card can't be used at all!"
Jiang Ping'an dodged and his face met the bank card.
"Pop." There was a clear and loud sound.
"Why can't I use it?" Jiang Ping'an, who picked up the bank card on the ground and had a rectangular red mark on his left face, asked calmly.
"If you can't use it, you can't use it! How dare you ask me for a banner like you, a swindler? Do you believe that I will beat you to the ground with two punches?" The man rolled up his sleeves and walked towards Jiang Ping'an menacingly.
"Wait a moment!"
Jiang Anping sneaked to his desk and took out more than 20 bank cards from the drawer: "Try these one by one, there will always be something that works!"
【Twenty-seven years】
"I took dozens of bank cards to the bank to check? Do you think I'm a fool?!" The man came to the desk and raised his fist.
【Twenty-seven years】 【】
【Twenty-seven years】 【】
"Wait a minute!"
Jiang Ping'an, who was sweating profusely, raised his cell phone: "You allow me to call my dad."
【Twenty-seven years】 【】
"The contract has been signed. I'm going to settle on this one million anyway!"
"Mr. Leng, let's sit down and talk first." Jiang An reassured the man and sat him down again, and thoughtfully poured him a glass of water. "The situation is complicated. I need to understand it first."
"Okay, you fight, I'll just sit here and listen." Mr. Leng didn't drink any water and crossed his legs, as if he wanted to settle accounts with Jiang Ping'an.
Jiang Anping dialed Jiang Zhengyi's number, clicked the speakerphone, and put the phone on the desk.
"Hello? What's up, baby boy?"
"Jiang Zhengyi, please explain clearly, how come our family is bankrupt?! We were fine yesterday!" Jiang Ping'an asked angrily into his cell phone.
"The thing is like this, blah blah blah blah..."
Jiang Ping'an and Mr. Leng looked at each other.
"Is this your father or your son? Why is it so unreliable..." Mr. Leng narrowed his eyes.
"I made you laugh." Jiang Ping'an showed an awkward smile and asked through gritted teeth: "Jiang Zhengyi, there are clients next to me, please speak to me properly."
"Hahahaha, just kidding. Anyway, it's bankrupt. It's all over."
"Why do you sound so happy?"
"Then it's all broken, what else can we do?"
"Then you and my mother..."
"We are now abroad, and we want to take this opportunity to have a good trip or something."
"You're already broke and you still want to travel, why don't you take me with you?"
"Son, dad believes you can clean up the mess. Okay, stop talking and go buy a bikini with your mom."
"All--"
Mr. Leng looked at Jiang Ping An coldly and said coldly: "Tell me, what should I do?"
"...You have also seen that my family suddenly went bankrupt, and this million..." Jiang Ping'an is a person who strives to make everything perfect. He really can't afford this money, and he doesn't want to see himself perfect.
His medical career was stained with a stain.
"...Forget it, you are in a worse situation than me now, and I am too embarrassed to trick you." Mr. Leng relented and did not intend to pursue Jiang Ping'an.
"Then your condition..."
"Okay, much better." Mr. Leng said.
"Um?"
Mr. Leng shrugged: "I thought my life was all gloomy, but who would have thought that you would pop up and make me want to donate some money to you."
"Just for fun."
"It really doesn't hurt if there is no comparison. It's more difficult for you than it is. I hope you can persevere. If you persevere, it will be the best help to me. After all, such a big company has gone bankrupt. If you can survive, I
There is no reason to be defeated by a small layoff." Mr. Leng patted Jiang Ping'an on the shoulder, "Okay, I won't waste time anymore and continue to look for a job. I still have to live a better life."
【Twenty-seven years】
"Thank you." Jiang Ping'an was very touched.
"Come on." Mr. Leng left again.
【Twenty-seven years】 【】
"Huh..." Jiang Ping'an lay on the chair and let out a long breath, his mind falling into the illusion of being unable to accept bankruptcy.
【Twenty-seven years】 【】
He didn't know what to do next.
He is a person who strives to be perfect in everything, and he is also a self-aware person. Over the years, he has only done what he thinks he can do well. Now without the support of his family, he may not be able to do anything.
.
【Twenty-seven years】 【】
"Come on." Mr. Leng left again.
"Huh..." Jiang Ping'an lay on the chair and let out a long breath, his mind falling into the illusion of being unable to accept bankruptcy.
He didn't know what to do next.
He is a person who strives to be perfect in everything, and he is also a self-aware person. Over the years, he has only done what he thinks he can do well. Now without the support of his family, he may not be able to do anything.
.
No longer perfect, no longer impeccable.
"There's a call." After a long time, the phone rang again.
With his eyes closed, Jiang Ping'an fumbled and answered the phone: "Hello."
"Son?" Jiang Zhengyi's voice came over there.
"What's wrong?"
"Don't you know it's April Fool's Day today?"
"Huh?" Jiang Ping'an opened his eyes, "What do you mean..."
"The company is doing well. It's not bankrupt. It's just your mother who encouraged me to tease you."
"Hahahaha... the little old man is still so humorous." Jiang An'an grinned a few times and felt much calmer, but he was not so happy about it.
"Why do you react so dullly? Is it possible that you know?" Jiang Zhengyi asked.
Jiang Ping'an was silent for a few seconds: "I've known it for a long time."
"I said you will definitely know. Your mother really thinks that if you don't play with your mobile phone or pay attention to the information, you can be fooled for a long time..."
Listening to his father and mother on the other end of the phone arguing about whether he was stupid, Jiang Ping'an's eyes gradually glanced at the dozens of bank cards scattered on the table. He put the phone aside and silently collected the bank cards.
Okay, I silently took off the pennants on the wall one by one.
An hour later.
"What your mother said actually makes sense, but in the implementation process, I couldn't keep up with it, and the acting didn't look like it..." The winner was finally determined on the other end of the phone.
Jiang Ping'an has also restored the office, which was originally full of red at first glance, to its original appearance: "Happy holidays."
"Happy, happy, I am happiest playing with you."
Listening to the lively voice on the other end, Jiang Ping An hung up the phone.
"Dongdongdong." After a while, there was a knock on the door, and the second scheduled patient arrived.
"Please come in."
A woman walked in: "Is this Dr. Jiang? I'm the one who made an appointment with you."
"Ms. Zhang, right? Please sit down." Jiang Anping sat upright and looked at the lady with a smile, "Tell me about your situation."
【Twenty-seven years】
"I recently lost 300,000 yuan in the stock market, and I lost all my family's hard-earned savings..."
"To put it bluntly, it's about money." After listening to Ms. Zhang's description of the background and her own psychological problems, Jiang Ping'an had an answer in his mind.
【Twenty-seven years】 【】
"……yes."
He opened the drawer as usual, but when he was picking out a bank card with a balance of three hundred thousand, his hand stopped.
【Twenty-seven years】 【】
"Bang." The drawer was closed.
Zhang Anping poured a glass of water for Ms. Zhang who looked troubled, as if talking to Ms. Zhang, or to himself: "I think... maybe what's really bothering me isn't money. It's not that important.
It will not solve all problems, nor will it defeat everyone..."
"……yes."
He opened the drawer as usual, but when he was picking out a bank card with a balance of three hundred thousand, his hand stopped.
【Twenty-seven years】 【】
"Bang." The drawer was closed.
Zhang Anping poured a glass of water for Ms. Zhang who looked troubled, as if talking to Ms. Zhang, or to himself: "I think... maybe what's really bothering me isn't money. It's not that important.
It will not solve all problems, nor will it defeat everyone..."