In the workshop of Guangnian Coffee Shop, Jian Yan is preparing for Singles' Day.
In 2009, Taobao wanted to create a shopping festival dedicated to Taobao malls and stores, and Singles¡¯ Day on 11.11 was just in between the Golden Week and Christmas. Consumers also had the need to buy winter clothes due to weather changes. The Bachelor Carnival came into being.
This year is the second Singles' Day, and Jian Yan attaches great importance to it. After compiling the new products of this winter, many copies and posters have been published, and her fingers are sore.
"Hey, it would be great if there was a robot that could make posters instead of me." Jian Yan beat her back, looked at the ceiling faintly, and sent out good expectations.
"Dreams are always necessary, what if they come true." Xue Qiandai stared at the computer screen, reflecting her partner.
Jian Yan sneered, "You said that if there are really robots that can do all this for us, will we all be unemployed?"
Xue Qiandai pointed to her temple, confidently flaunting, "Sister's brain is worth hundreds of millions. AI can't replace it. But you reminded me, maybe I can consult my beauty about the technical possibility."
Jian Yan has long been familiar with Xue Qiandai's open-mouthed beauties and closed-mouthed beauties. "Well, your beauty is omnipotent, awesome."
It doesn't sound right.
"Your senior brother Qin is also great. My beauties have repeatedly broken through industry standards in technology, and senior brother Qin has contributed a lot." Xue Qiandai, who is also very emotionally intelligent, immediately entered the business mutual support mode.
In fact, just a few years later, Taobao has realized the intelligence of publicity and promotion. With an average of 8,000 sheets per second, many designers, like Jian Yan, feel that unemployment is approaching.
"Winter likes to call Kashmir,
"Crackling",
It just happened to be a heartbeat.
Singles' Day is not alone
fall in love with yourself
All in Double Eleven life is like the beauty of summer flowers. "
Jian Yan read out her copy with emotion.
"Very good, people who are nourished by love will write with the taste of love, which will overflow through the screen." Xue Qiandai teased Jian Yan.
Jian Yan's ears turned red, so she would not admit that Qin Shu was really in her mind when she wrote it. "Dede, what are you doing?"
Xue Qiandai tilted the computer screen and gave Jian Yan a glance. "I'm getting to know someone."
"Huang Lufei, a well-known psychological counselor, graduated from the Department of Psychology of the University of Michigan. He has been engaged in psychological counseling for more than ten years, and has thousands of classic cases. Among them, 52 cases are included in the best-selling book "Psychoanalysis and Self-identity Identification."
"Dai Dai, what are you looking for?" Jian Yan asked tentatively.
"Oh, he may know No, he must know about my aunt. My aunt, my mother's sister."
According to the online introduction, Huang Lufei opened a psychological clinic, which is located in an office building in Sanlitun, targeting some high-end clients and providing them with point-to-point consultation solutions. Because of its professionalism and authority, it is deeply trusted by customers, and many customers often have to make appointments long in advance.
Xue Qiandai clicked on the official website of the clinic and found an 8-digit appointment number. She dialed directly.
"Hello, this is the Lu Fei Psychological Counseling Center. Is there anything I can do for you?"
Xue Qiandai cleared her throat, her cold was not completely recovered, her voice was a little hoarse. "Hello, I want to make an appointment for the latest consultation, and I want Mr. Huang to make an appointment in person."
The answer over there was polite but rigid, "Sorry, it will be half a year later."
Half a year?
Is psychological counseling so popular? Almost to the point of scorching heat.
"Sorry, can it be expedited? Patients really can't wait half a year."
There was an insincere apology from over there, "Every customer of ours is very important, so we should be responsible to everyone who consults."
Hanging up the phone angrily, Xue Qiandai frowned, thinking about countermeasures.
"Dai Dai, maybe you can ask the bosses around you, is there anyone who can make connections and find a green passage for you." Jian Yan offered advice.
In fact, it was easy to travel with more friends, and Xue Qiandai found the right way with only one phone call.
Rong Xiao used to have a rich second-generation designer friend there to consult there. It seems that it is not easy to be an independent designer these days, and he is completely depressed. With this relationship, Xue Qiandai made an appointment on November 3rd, accompanied by Rong Xiao.
Because of Huo Meiren's public confession on the Internet last time, she is also the daughter of the former richest family, Su Qianhui's half-sister, Xue Qiandai's picture??Now the recognition is extremely high, comparable to a small flower in traffic. So today, when she went to the psychological clinic, she repeated her old tricks and drew an indescribable freckle outfit.
Before arriving at the destination, Rong Xiao was so intensive several times that he retched.
Xue Qiandai didn't take it seriously, she smiled satisfied and happy. "Don't be obsessed with sister in the future, you can't bear the little freckles."
The nausea that Rong Xiao had finally suppressed surged up again. "Concubine Dai, please forgive me, please quickly erase these dots."
"No way!" Xue Qiandai raised her chin and stepped into the clinic, "You, stop."
Huang Lufei's private clinic has set up different spaces, some for hypnosis and some for friendly conversation.
Huang Lufei was about thirty-five years old, wearing a white coat, with parted hair and meticulous hair, doctor-style glasses with chains, gentle and knowledgeable. Just looking at it from the outside, it's easy to let people down.
"Hello, name." At this moment, Huang Lufei is sitting behind an all-in-one computer, his voice is very nice, a typical subwoofer.
"Rong Xiaoxiao, chic and unrestrained." Xue Qiandai didn't want to startle the snake, so she didn't use her real name. Anyway, the relationship belongs to Rong Xiao, so let Rong Xiao take the blame.
Fingers fluttering, probably Huang Lufei is recording information. "What is your problem, or symptom?"
"I I seem to have lost my memory." Xue Qiandai showed the spirit of competing for the Oscar statuette, and lowered her head. She knew that many psychiatrists were best at judging people's behavior through their micro-expressions, so she didn't dare to look him directly. "My father's investment failed, and the family went bankrupt overnight. It's the memory of this period, I can't remember it all."
Huang Lufei smiled knowingly, the kind that made people feel very relaxed. "To some extent, you chose to forget the memory autonomously. It must have been painful during that time, so the brain turned on the off function. Is this memory important to you?"
Xue Qiandai nodded solemnly, "Well, because during this period, my boyfriend also broke up. And I can't remember the reason for the breakup. I want to restore my memory and find the reason for the breakup. I heard that hypnosis can wake up the memory. Teacher Huang, Oh, you don't mind if I call you that? When I came here, I specifically checked your resume. In the field of hypnosis and memory awakening, you are an absolute authority."
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