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Socialite... In the past week, I have been smacking the word "mo" all the time when eating, sleeping and going to the toilet. Socialite is like a fairy in a magic lamp to me, mysterious and out of reach.
"You said Yi Fan asked a girl like me, who can barely be called Xiaojiabiyu, to find a famous lady. Isn't this asking for hair from a bald man?" I complained to Su.
"Xiaojiabiyu?" Su sneered, "Did you know that the monkeys in the zoo are also divided into different levels? The happiest one is the monkey king. Those who eat well and drink well can get three highs and occasionally have the opportunity to bully the people watching the monkeys. And you are the one. The kind that hides in the corner without food or water can even be bullied by the sparrow next door."
"What kind of metaphor are you talking about! I am a broken monkey, and you!"
"I am a keeper. I happily watch the monkeys fight every day, and I feel pity for the monkeys' ignorance."
I endured Sue's sarcasm and inappropriate comparisons, who made her the most likely person I knew to meet a socialite in real life.
"Introduce one to me. You have so many patients. Who can afford you if you don't have money?" I begged.
"That's why I can't help you." Su smiled and spread his hands, "A famous lady? I've never seen one. There are many famous resentful women - famous resentful women."
Even those who complain about women have a reputation. For ordinary people like me, even if they complain in the future, they will be at the level of grievances between women. Being deeply aware of this, I grabbed Su at straw and launched a 24-hour following and persuasion campaign against her.
"Your behavior is paranoid enough." Su complained when I blocked her in the bathroom for the seventh time.
"Hey, if you don't agree, I'll be here to watch you solve your physical problems."
Hum, I have to make it so that the food residue caused by slow movement or spasm of your colon cannot be smoothly discharged from the body - which is commonly known as constipation.
"Guan Xiaobei! Get out of here! I promise you!" Su Yixin, a psychiatrist known for his coldness and calmness, finally collapsed under my persistent persistence.
"To be honest, do you really plan to help Yi Fan find such a person? The daughter of a wealthy family is not a girl tricked by a dating agency. You can just get rid of her if you like her." Su Qing came out of the bathroom with a clear mind. Another venomous look.
"Thank God! This way he doesn't have to bother me every day."
Su stared at me for a while and said: "Guan Xiaobei, sooner or later I will open your head with my own hands, take out every nerve inside and examine it under the microscope. I really don't know what makes you Such a mentally disturbed person."
I was frightened by her drunken eyes and fervent tone, and whispered: "How can I?"
"Forget it, even though I promised you, it can't be in vain. You have to do me a favor."
"No problem." I promised.
A few days later, Su took me to a private dinner held by a so-called wealthy local family.
"Are you often invited to such events? Why do you never bring me?" I couldn't help but sigh as I looked at the complicated and luxurious crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling of the hall and scattering starlight all over the floor.
"I'm here to work. Also, don't be so petty and embarrass me."
Sure enough, a person who looked like an assistant came to Su: "Hello, Miss Su, Mrs. Lin has been waiting for you for a long time. Ah, is this your colleague? She looks very young. This way, Mrs. Lin is here. Room 504.”
Su thanked him and took me to the elevator.
"Colleague?" I asked confused.
"Mrs. Lin is my patient. Her symptoms are very simple, which is the anxiety of emptiness, loneliness and lack of security that are common among wealthy women. It is difficult to cure this disease, but it is easy to alleviate - you just need to listen to them. Just complain." Su explained.
"Ah, I can't!"
"Listen, listen! Guan Xiaobei, don't tell me that you can't even listen to what others say."
"I'm pretty good at chatting with people, but pretending to be a psychiatrist? Is Mrs. Lin afraid that her secret will be exposed? Doesn't she have to be restrained by the professional ethics of a psychiatrist?"
"No, she is tired of talking to me alone and needs more people to listen. I promise to introduce her to other doctors." Su shook her head and said softly, "If she really finds another doctor, she will earn enough money to It’s divided.”
I was silent for a moment: "Su, have you ever felt that your love for money has risen to the level of paranoia?"
"Keeping a hobby is very good for overall mental health. So, I love this kind of paranoia." Su looked at the door number, "Here you are, now you are the crappy assistant of the famous psychologist Su Yixin. Remember, the main thing is to listen. , just give me an ambiguous and specious comment from time to time. I’ll be down there, come down and find me when you’re done.”
Mrs. Lin is a typical woman who looks like she is thirty when she is fifty.
I shook hands with her, feeling a little uneasy - mice pretending to be human are always worried about showing their tails.
But Mrs. Lin only regarded me as a living being and paid no attention to my characteristics as an individual, and started her conversation alone.
Her sentence structure is like this: "When I first met him, I was only seventeen years old... half a month later... on my eighteenth birthday... about two weeks later... I remember our wedding day very well. Clearly...it was nine minutes and nine seconds..."
Just when I thought she was going to tell her story in "days" forever, a knock on the door interrupted her words.
A young woman came in from the door, wearing a white fishtail dress. She had a good figure and a good temperament. However, it was obvious at a glance that her beauty was made of money and lacked a natural blend.
She said: "Mom, dinner has started, do you want to go down?"
"No, tell your dad I have a headache. Greet the guests for me." Mrs. Lin said.
"Where did I talk?" Mrs. Lin asked me after the woman left.
"You told me that when you were twenty-seven, your daughter was born." I reminded her, and I was ready to hear the child's trivial childhood story.
Mrs. Lin looked in the direction of the door: "That was my daughter just now. What a good girl..."
From then on, Mrs. Lin's sentence pattern in the second half changed to: "We are rich people... you poor people... compared with us, you civilians... we are powerful, you are powerless..."
Three hours later, Mrs. Lin's resentful and twisted heart due to being locked into a wealthy family was stretched in the process of mercilessly attacking the common people who looked down on me.
When Mrs. Lin dumped all her emotional garbage on me, I was relieved and found Sue in the parking lot downstairs.
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"How was it?" Su asked me.
"I now know the underwear number of Mrs. Lin's husband's third lover, and I deeply realize that compared to these so-called wealthy families, I am really rubbish and waste, and I am not worthy of the humble dust of my own life." I said depressedly.
"A typical common problem of wealthy families is that they feel that everyone is inferior to them, but the interesting thing is that when they see more powerful people, they can be more groveling. This is the secret of their success, and it will also be the key to their failure. If you You are the fool if you take her words seriously." Su said coldly, "Have you found the famous lady you are looking for?"
"Where do I have time? Even when I go to the bathroom, I have to endure it until the end."
"You must be so stupid, did I ask you to chat?"
"Isn't it?" I was surprised.
"Then have you met Miss Lin?"
Miss Lin? That beautiful but unnatural woman in a long skirt
"Lin Qi, the only girl among the grandchildren of the Lin Group, ranks seventh among all the children of the third generation of the Lin family, so she got such a vulgar and elegant name. Gee, I don't know what's going on in their family. The old man is born He gave birth to four sons, and all four sons gave birth to sons - of course, except Lin Qi. So this girl is particularly precious. Her father's brother, Xing San, was originally very inconspicuous, but because of his daughter's superiority, he has been particularly valued recently. Oops , next time remember to ask if their family has any secret recipe for giving birth to a boy."
"You are such a gossip." I curled my lips.
"Uncle Lin Qisi had a one-night stand with someone abroad five years ago. Who was this person?" Su suddenly asked.
"Cynthia, a third-rate movie star who became famous by wearing clothes." I answered fluently.
"Humph, who is gossiping?!" Su raised her eyebrows and looked at me, "Because of my job, this doctor knows a lot of gossip, but he just chose to remain silent very professionally. Hey, what's that expression on your face? Do you want more? Hear the news from Lin Qi?!"
"Yes, yes!" I quickly straightened my face and took back the look of contempt.
"She is one year older than you. She has studied abroad a lot. She has the kind of academic qualifications that can meet the cultural needs of a wealthy family without having to work too hard. She can play piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, and dance. In short, she is good at all the skills necessary for a wealthy family. She has been there before There are not many men, and he is currently involved in disputes with a few minor movie stars, but it is a typical boring pastime during the period of waiting for price. In the family's internal handbook for choosing a son-in-law, there are men of suitable age from major wealthy families, and Yi Fan... ranks well. .”
"A manual for a quick son-in-law by riding a dragon? Is there such a thing?" My admiration for Su reached its limit.
"Rhetoric, metaphor. It means that Lin Qi is a famous lady, and she is the equal of Yi Fan." Su chewed his pen and looked down at the notebook in his hand and said to himself, "Oh, if you retire in the future, just become an entertainment reporter. .”
As the saying goes, if you know yourself and your enemy, you will never be defeated in a hundred battles, but I understood the King of Hell but was defeated by the imp.
After getting all the background information of Lin Qi, I decided to go back to the club, talk to her, and persuade her to meet Yi Fan, but I was stopped by the security guard at the door.
"Miss, what do you want?" the handsome security guard asked politely.
"I want to talk to Miss Lin Qi about something."
"Do you have an invitation from her?"
"No. I'm not her guest. But I came with Miss Su Yixin, who is Mrs. Lin's doctor."
The security guard dialed an internal number, put down the phone and said to me, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Lin said she had never seen you."
"Ah, is there a mistake? Mrs. Lin and I were chatting up there for five or six hours just now."
"If she said that, there would be no mistake. Please leave."
I sat back in Sue's car and asked, "What happened to them?"
"This is a socialite who looks glamorous on the outside but is rotten on the inside. She turns her back on others and doesn't recognize anyone else. Everyone complains about their misfortunes in front of a psychiatrist, but they turn away but never admit that they have seen a doctor." Su objectively commented, "Speaking of such a family The daughter you trained... do you really want to introduce it to Yi Fan?"
I thought about it carefully: If the daughter trained by the perverted Mrs. Lin inherited her nature... Oh, I really look forward to watching Yi Fan be tortured.
"Here, this is Lin Qi's phone number and the place he frequents." Seeing me nodding, Su handed over a piece of paper, "Guan Xiaobei, the decision is yours, don't regret it in the future."