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

Time passed, and it was 3 p.m. the following afternoon.

At the entrance of the Peninsula Hotel's banquet hall, Qian Weimin personally stood next to the registration table.

He wasn't wearing a flashy bright red suit today; instead, he wore a dark tuxedo.

He also put away the large gold chain around his neck, leaving only a gold watch.

Ah Hai stared at him for a long time, and finally couldn't help but lean over and whisper something.

"Boss, you're being so low-key today."

Qian Weimin immediately glared at him.

"What do you know?"

"Today is an event for Oriental Style; if I dress too flashy, wouldn't I steal the spotlight from Doctor Jiang?"

Ah Hai silently lowered his head.

He wanted to say that even if the boss put away the gold chain, it would still be difficult for him to keep a low profile while standing there.

But he dared not say it.

Long indigo brocade carpets were laid on both sides of the entrance.

This is not the typical red carpet found in hotels; the color is very muted.

The subtle patterns on it are not noticeable.

Only when guests approach will they discover the intricate cloud patterns hidden within the long carpet.

At the end of the long carpet stood two ceramic vases with crackle patterns.

The cracks in the glaze on the bottle are clearly visible, and they are consistent with the anti-counterfeiting patterns on the Oriental Truffle porcelain jars.

Many people will subconsciously take a second look as soon as they enter.

A wealthy woman who knew about porcelain stopped in front of the vase, bent down, and examined it closely.

She whispered to the person next to her.

"This crack is very interesting."

The person next to him nodded in agreement.

"If even the entrance is this elaborate, the interior must be even more extraordinary."

Qian Weimin was overjoyed to hear this.

But he still had to keep a straight face.

So he could only pretend he hadn't heard and continue to greet the guests with a smile.

There were no fresh flowers or champagne tower on the registration table, as is common practice.

Each guest receives a delicate little wooden box after signing their name.

The box isn't particularly big; it fits perfectly in the palm of your hand.

Inside was a thin slice of Oriental truffle.

In addition, there was a folded card with a line of text written by Jiang Mian herself.

Thank you for being among the first witnesses in Hong Kong.

Mrs. Chen was the first to receive the wooden box.

She was chatting with Mrs. Su behind her.

But after opening the card, she suddenly stopped talking.

She stared at the line of text for several seconds, then flipped the card over to look at it again.

"Did Miss Jiang write this herself?"

Ah May, who was in charge of signing in, immediately smiled and answered.

"The wording was personally chosen by Miss Jiang."

Mrs. Chen immediately folded the card back and put it back in the wooden box.

She also gave specific instructions to the servants around her.

"Keep this safe, don't lose it."

Upon hearing this, Su Tai, who was behind, quickly opened her own wooden box as well.

After reading that sentence, she couldn't help but take a soft breath.

"The first witnesses in Hong Kong..."

For some reason, these words make me feel very comfortable.

It doesn't seem like someone invited you to buy something.

It was as if I had been invited to attend something that only a select few were qualified to know about.

Su Tai stuffed the card into the innermost part of her handbag and patted it with her hand.

"I need to take this back to show my husband."

The guests who came in later were also a beat slower when they opened the wooden box.

No one treats it as an ordinary souvenir anymore.

Almost everyone solemnly put the items into their handbags or handed them over to someone nearby for safekeeping.

Standing behind the registration desk, Ah May found it increasingly amazing.

She had previously only thought that Ms. Jiang was good at business.

It seems that Ms. Jiang can make people reluctant to throw away even a single card.

Qian Weimin stood to the side, barely able to contain himself.

He really wanted to write it down in a notebook.

But he can't take out his notebook today.

As Dr. Jiang once said, one should maintain a composed demeanor at brand launch events.

"Money will come."

A familiar voice came from the doorway, and Qian Weimin immediately looked up.

Mrs. He walked in, arm in arm with Mr. He.

Mrs. Ho was wearing a dark purple sheer dress today.

She has always loved taking care of herself.

But with age, no matter how much care she takes, there will always be a hint of fatigue in her eyes and brows.

But it's different now.

As soon as she entered the room, several familiar ladies looked over at the same time.

Mrs. He looks radiant.

Her cheeks were naturally moisturized, and her eyes were clean; she looked as if she had just woken up from a wonderful sleep.

Su Tai happened to come in from behind, and upon seeing her, her steps slowed down.

"Mrs. Ho, this outfit suits you so well today!"

Mrs. He raised her hand to touch her earring, smiling gently.

"It's alright, it's just old clothes."

Mrs. Su looked her up and down and then laughed.

"Don't give me that."

"I don't know if your clothes are old or not, but your face certainly isn't old at all."

Mrs. Chen, who was standing next to her, immediately chimed in.

I agree with that.

"Mrs. He looks so good today, people would believe she just returned from a health retreat in Switzerland."

Mrs. He beamed with delight at their compliments.

Not to be outdone, she turned to look at Mrs. Su.

"You're still blaming me?"

"Your skin looks so smooth today, you probably don't need half the foundation, right?"

Su Tai burst out laughing.

"It's not that exaggerated."

That's what she said, but when she touched her face, she couldn't hide the smugness in her eyes.

The ladies exchanged glances, their understanding unspoken.

They had all used the Golden Thread Nourishing Essence.

Everyone knows just how powerful this thing is.

So they came today not to confirm whether the Golden Thread Nourishing Essence is effective.

What they were really curious about was what other good things Miss Jiang, who could produce the Golden Thread Beauty Elixir, could possibly come up with.

Chen Tai asked in a low voice.

"So, what do you think Miss Jiang is really like?"

Mrs. Su immediately glanced into the banquet hall.

"I've heard Boss Qian mention her a few times, saying she's very young."

Mrs. He chuckled softly.

"Being young is not a problem."

"To be able to make something like this, no matter how young, one is no ordinary person."

A lady next to him was gently fanning herself.

"If there are any new product slots left today, I'm not giving them up."

Mrs. Chen immediately looked at her.

"You already took an extra bottle last time."

"That was obtained by my husband through connections, it can't be counted as mine."

Su Tai immediately smiled.

"You've got a clever plan."

As they chatted and laughed, the atmosphere became lively.

Even before the Golden Thread Nourishing Essence has officially launched, wealthy women are already getting restless.

They were all waiting to see if the mastermind behind the scenes would raise their standards once again today.

He Sheng glanced at the entrance setup and then at the wooden box on the registration table.

He didn't say much, only nodded to Qian Weimin.

"Mr. Qian, thank you for your kindness."

Qian Weimin immediately responded with a smile.

"The fact that Mr. He agreed to come is the greatest honor for us, the people of the East."

He Sheng waved his hand.

"I'm not here to give you face; I'm here to look at the items."

Upon hearing this, the ears of the people nearby perked up.

Qian Weimin's heart skipped a beat, and his smile deepened.

"Then you certainly won't be disappointed today."

He Sheng was followed by a young woman in her early twenties.

The girl was wearing a floral dress and clutching the invitation tightly in her hand.

After she entered, she kept looking towards the stage.

Qian Weimin noticed it immediately and took the initiative to remind him.

"Ms. He, Leslie's seat is arranged in the front row of the VIP area."

"He will go on stage first tonight."

Miss He suddenly looked at him.

"real?"