Transmigrating into a Book in the 80s: After Giving Up, I Was Pampered by a Rough Man

Chen Zhaoan spoke in a very calm tone.

"The content is very simple; we just hope that the regulatory authorities can conduct further investigations into the Golden Thread Nourishing Dew and Oriental Truffles."

"After all, their prices are set too high, and consumers have the right to know more information."

Secretary-General Liang frowned.

"This doesn't seem to fall within the scope of our chamber of commerce's usual management."

"That's why it's called a joint effort to raise concerns, not a formal complaint."

Chen Zhaoan continued to persuade him.

"Secretary-General Leung, you are a highly respected figure in the Hong Kong business community."

"If there isn't a transparent explanation for these high-priced products from the mainland, it will be difficult for the Chamber of Commerce to save face if any problems arise in the future."

That makes some sense.

But Secretary-General Liang did not respond.

He suddenly recalled a scene from the last Chamber of Commerce dinner.

At that moment, Mr. He, holding a wine glass, casually mentioned it.

"That thing Qian Weimin recently got is pretty good."

With just those seven simple words, several people at the dinner table immediately changed their tune.

It's worth noting that Mr. He rarely comments on such small businesses.

Since he said "not bad," he definitely wasn't just saying it casually.

Thinking of this, Secretary-General Liang's palms slowly began to sweat.

Offending the connections behind Shen Wanyi will definitely make life difficult.

But if you step into a situation that He Sheng is optimistic about, the trouble will only be greater.

"Secretary-General Liang?"

Chen Zhaoan urged him on the other end of the phone.

Secretary-General Liang then came to his senses.

"This is so sudden."

"The letter needs to be submitted before 10 a.m. tomorrow, and there's really not much time left."

"I know."

Secretary-General Liang looked at the newspaper on the table, where a small advertisement for the Oriental Style press conference was published in the corner.

"Let me think about it, and I'll give you an answer tomorrow morning."

Chen Zhaoan paused for a moment.

"Secretary-General Liang, it's best not to delay this matter."

"I already said I'd give you an answer tomorrow morning."

Secretary-General Liang's voice deepened.

"Whether the Chamber of Commerce should sign or not is not a decision I can make by banging on the table alone."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone.

Chen Zhaoan had no choice but to back down and change his tune:

"Okay, I'll wait for your message tomorrow morning."

The phone hangs up.

Secretary-General Liang did not immediately put the microphone back.

He stood by the desk, staring at the telephone for a long time.

Outside the door, the maid whispered a reminder:

"Sir, your tea has gone cold."

Secretary-General Liang then put the microphone back on the landline.

"Go find me the Peninsula Hotel invitation for tomorrow."

The maid was taken aback.

"Sir, weren't you still undecided about whether or not to go?"

Secretary-General Liang picked up the handkerchief on the table and carefully wiped the sweat from his palms.

"Find it first!"

……

On the other side, the nanny van had already slowly driven into the upscale hillside area.

Pierre sat in the back seat, feeling his patience about to run out.

Along the way, Qian Weimin talked about everything from the weather on Hong Kong Island to the fishing spots in Deep Water Bay, and then from the fishing spots to the local roast goose.

As soon as the car came to a stop, he immediately pushed open the door and jumped out.

"Oh, damn Mr. Qian, please tell me, can I finally go see that beautiful Miss Jiang Mian now?"

Qian Weimin slowly got out of the car, and even reached out to straighten his conspicuous white suit.

"Of course we can see each other!"

Pierre finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But the next second, Qian Weimin slowly added another sentence.

"But we'll have to wait until tomorrow to see the items."

Pierre turned around abruptly to look at him, and froze completely.

"Oh, my dear Mr. Qian."

"Um?"

"If I suffer from insomnia tonight because of this, I swear you will be fully responsible for it tomorrow."

Qian Weimin turned around with a smile and walked towards the villa entrance.

"No problem, I'll have the kitchen make you a calming soup."

Pierre, clutching the half-stiff baguette in his hand, followed behind, gritting his teeth in anger.

The villa's gate slowly opened.

Jiang Mian was sitting comfortably on the living room sofa, with a glass of warm water beside her.

Lu Ting stood next to her, having just fastened the last lock on the suitcase.

As soon as Pierre stepped inside, he threw the half-eaten baguette, which he hadn't finished eating because he was too angry, onto the table.

"Oh, my beautiful Miss Jiang."

Jiang Mian looked up and smiled at him.

"Mr. Pierre, welcome to Hong Kong Island."

Pierre no longer has time for formal international diplomatic pleasantries.

"Please forgive my rudeness, I really only have one request in my heart right now."

Jiang Mian looked at him, gesturing for him to continue.

"you say."

Pierre pointed to his chest and asked with utmost sincerity.

"Please tell me now, how many hours do I need to endure between now and the start of tomorrow's tasting event?"

……

Good heavens, what an amazing author! Six chapters in one day!!!

Consider this extra update an early Children's Day celebration for everyone, haha!

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