Lin Fu's youth was frozen on the fishery assembly line in Hokkaido.
In three years, she sorted enough frozen fish to pile up a mountain, and the money she saved was a one-way ticket to the unknown. There was no "self-actualization" in the world at that time, only the "next box" that had to be filled.
Psychology, a word she only learned how to spell in Canada. Sitting in the bright classroom, when the professor explained "trauma response" and "emotional isolation", she suddenly understood - the tears that had not fallen in the early morning at the factory, and the numb gaze that solidified in the eyes of the workers. Every page of her textbooks bears traces of her own frostbite; her talent is to be the first to use the candlelight of theory to illuminate the ruins of her own experience.
Chen Buzhou builds and invests in perfect greenhouses. The plan of his top psychological healing community is carefully crafted by Ivy League elites, and its logic is impeccable, but it has never been able to reproduce the thrill of being "completely understood" that directly penetrates the soul. Until he happened to witness an interview: Intern Lin Feng faced an impeccable elite client and asked him calmly - "Does it feel like your hand is stuck to the metal tray of frozen fish?" The other person's psychological defense instantly cracked, revealing his deepest fatigue.
At that moment, what Chen Buzhou saw was not another excellent analyst.
What he saw was a unique key forged with extreme suffering and opened by systematic knowledge. The severe cold she experienced personally, and the folds of people's hearts she gained insight into, were the real core of business that he could not purchase even if he exhausted his capital and resources.
So, he handed her an invitation that was not an employment contract:
"I don't hire you. I invite you to turn your 'understanding' into the soul of all my products."
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Before she could wait for redemption, he swam over on his own.
Intention: Taking suffering as the key