CHAPTER 417: CHAPTER 410: WORK RIGHT AFTER ARRIVING

The airplane slightly bumped in the air.

The feeling of weightlessness is the most likely to wake someone from a dream, even Nan Zhubin is not an exception.

"Dear passengers, due to the influence of air currents along the route, our plane is experiencing noticeable turbulence. Please sit in your seats and fasten your seatbelts. The restrooms will be temporarily unavailable..."

The cabin broadcast was playing its usual script.

Nan Zhubin rubbed his eyes and looked up.

He suddenly noticed the man sitting next to him was staring at him, with a hint of scrutiny in his gaze.

Yes, it was a man.

The person seemed to be in his early twenties, slightly younger than Nan Zhubin.

Seeing Nan Zhubin’s gaze meet his, the man slightly pulled out a smile with a touch of admiration.

"Are you a celebrity? Going to Beidu for a performance?"

Nan Zhubin shook his head, replying briefly, "Work."

Upon hearing Nan Zhubin’s answer, the young man nodded, and his admiring look almost slurped back like noodles: "Oh, I’m going home, my home is in Beidu."

Who asked you?

Nan Zhubin blinked but connected it to the way the man had scrutinized his sleeping face, and now his chin slightly lifted after speaking.

He kind of got the idea.

Nan Zhubin didn’t mind such a small incident.

Just at this time, a flight attendant walked out from the work area holding a menu and hot towels.

Lunchtime arrived.

The young man’s slightly raised chin soon lowered bit by bit.

...

The two-hour flight isn’t long nor short.

Watching as the plane slowly landed, Chonghui, who already stood out in the crowd, tiptoed and craned his neck, almost writing "impatience" on his face.

But soon he felt his own behavior was somewhat silly and calmly put his heels down again, starting to scan the crowd.

Sure enough, without Chonghui needing much effort, his gaze accurately locked onto Nan Zhubin in the crowd the very next second, as if it had auto-aim.

Some people can be recognized as the protagonist even when standing in a crowd.

"Junior Brother!"

Luggage in the car, people in the passenger seat.

Nan Zhubin rubbed his temples, feeling a bit tired.

Indeed, even first-class couldn’t change the problem of making people sleep more tired.

"What’s our plan for today?"

Chonghui had already made plans: "First, let’s drop off your luggage at the place you’ll stay. The school allocated a three-room suite to the teacher. After the teacher bought a house, it’s been vacant. It was for me to live in before, but now you can move in with me."

"Once you’re settled, I’ll take you to check out the teacher’s company, to get familiar with the workplace. After that, depending on time, we might visit the research group, and you may meet your junior sister—by seniority, your senior sister."

Nan Zhubin nodded, not surprised that the school allocated a house to Bai Qinghua.

To attract scholars with research achievements, schools have comprehensive talent introduction policies, which include but are not limited to: research startup funds, solving housing issues, providing jobs for spouses, etc.

For a big shot like Bai Qinghua who can establish his own domain, it’s not surprising to receive such treatment.

In the past, some of Nan Zhubin’s undergraduate classmates aspired to pursue a Ph.D., hoping to seek faculty positions in colleges and take advantage of talent introduction policies, just to save money for buying a house—I wonder how they are now.

However... Nan Zhubin suddenly noticed a blind spot.

"The school’s talent introduction properties should all be in the school’s residential area, right? So, it’s near the school?"

"Doesn’t that mean we’ll head to the school first, then detour to the company, and then back to the school?" This route is a bit cumbersome.

Chonghui actually shared this sentiment, but he was considering Nan Zhubin—after the exhaustion of travel, the first stop should certainly be settling into the residence to organize luggage.

So Chonghui asked: "Then how about we go to the company tomorrow? For today, settle in your residence and then visit the research group?"

Nan Zhubin shook his head: "No, I mean we should first visit the company, then go to the residence—that way it’s more convenient."

Chonghui blinked.

So aggressive? Not heading home on the first stop after the flight but going to the company first?

However, if the person saying this is Nan Zhubin, Chonghui feels it’s reasonable.

He probed: "I heard from your senior sister you want no less than ten hours of consulting work per month?"

Nan Zhubin nodded.

"Why? If it’s about expenses, you don’t need to worry. You don’t have to worry about food and accommodation, just consulting four to five times weekly is enough to cover your extra expenses; once you pass the exam, you’ll have scholarships and research group subsidies, and the teacher will arrange consulting again..."

Chonghui suddenly showed an expression of sudden realization: "Could it be that you’re the kind of person who spends as much as you earn and has no savings?"

That’s not the case, Nan Zhubin usually doesn’t engage in activities, so he doesn’t need to spend much money.

Actually, even without Bai Qinghua’s help, the money he saved would be enough for him to stop working until the end of the graduate entrance exams and even until the start of the next school year.

Working in Howard’s company previously, although the share wasn’t high, his amount of consulting work was large, and he often sold top-tier packages, resulting in significant bonuses.

"It’s not about money, Senior Brother, you can think of it as a form of ’relaxation.’

"...Relaxation?"

"Yeah, balancing work and rest. If I’ve been studying and doing exercises for a few days and feel tired, I’ll do a few consultations to adjust my mind." Nan Zhubin said seriously, "At least ten consultations a month can keep me in a good state."

Chonghui blinked.

He could understand every word Nan Zhubin was saying separately, but when strung together, it became difficult to comprehend.

Which consultant uses consulting as a relaxing life adjustment?

Balance work and rest?

Chonghui opened his mouth to say something but seeing Nan Zhubin sitting next to him, slowly closed his mouth again.

"Well... Since you don’t feel tired, we’ll head to the company first then."

Nan Zhubin revealed a satisfied smile.

...

The most direct feeling Beidu’s streets gave was that they were much more crowded than Jiangdu.

Compared to Howard’s and Weng Pinting’s company, Bai Qinghua’s company was also significantly larger.

"Teacher Chong is here." Seeing Nan Zhubin’s arrival, the front desk girl with a bun hairstyle smiled.

"Shanshan." Chonghui nodded and smiled, glanced around curiously, "Why is it only you? Isn’t Xiaole the one on duty this afternoon? Where is she?"

Bai Qinghua’s company has two receptionists, one more than Howard’s and Weng Pinting’s.

On one hand, it’s because of its larger scale with more foot traffic, making it impossible for one person to manage.

On the other hand, Bai Qinghua employs two receptionists, one recruited from society full-time, the other a student part-time—this counts as a work-study cooperation with the school.

Besides the receptionists, Bai Qinghua also recruits consulting assistants from the school from time to time for internships.

Currently, the one in front, Shanshan, is full-time. She was about to answer Chonghui’s question, "Xiaole is..."

The receptionist’s actions suddenly paused because she saw Nan Zhubin who was just hidden by Chonghui.

Her eyes gradually became fixated, forgetting the topic they were talking about.

This reaction was similar to what they felt at Howard’s and Weng Pinting’s.

But Nan Zhubin noticed the reaction of the little receptionist earlier.

[Eyebrows raised, relaxed.]

[Long exhale, shoulders slightly lowered.]

[Neck relaxation, whole body mildly trembling.]

[This change happened after seeing Chonghui—is it... [relieved]?