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

He Sheng glanced at his daughter.

Ms. He quickly composed herself and pretended to be calm.

"What I mean is, this process is quite unique."

Qian Weimin grinned, his words carrying a profound meaning.

"Yes, it's very special."

Not long after, Huang Sheng arrived.

Huang Sheng's son had his hair neatly styled and looked around as soon as he entered the room.

His restlessness was even more pronounced than Miss He's.

"Dad, is Leslie really coming today?"

Huang Sheng frowned. "Keep your voice down."

"I'm already speaking very softly."

Young Master Huang immediately shut his mouth.

Even after he sat down, his head kept wandering towards the side door of the stage.

The VIP area gradually filled up.

Mr. Ho, Mr. Wong, and several other influential figures in the Hong Kong business community were seated in the middle of the first row.

Daffy was positioned at the very front of the corner of the runway.

This location is very conspicuous.

As soon as the lights shine, the camera will definitely pan to him.

However, no one asked him any questions at the scene, since most people didn't recognize him.

When curious people came to inquire, Qian Weimin simply smiled and replied.

"This was arranged personally by Miss Jiang."

This statement is more effective than any explanation.

On the other side, Pierre and the two European editors-in-chief had already taken their seats.

Pierre was dressed quite formally today, but he couldn't sit still at all.

He glanced at the stage, then at the display case next to him, and then leaned over to ask Qian Weimin a question.

"My dear Mr. Qian, can you tell me now?"

Where exactly are Oriental truffles?

Qian Weimin just smiled.

"Wait a little longer."

"You've kept me waiting all night."

Good things are always worth the wait.

Pierre raised his hand and pressed it against his chest.

"You've said that seven times today."

Qian Weimin showed no sign of guilt.

That only proves that this statement is very important.

Martin, sitting next to me, had already opened his notebook.

He first noted down the layout of the entrance, then opened the wooden box and carefully examined the thin slice of yellow pine mushroom inside.

Luc held the card and looked at it for a long time.

"This is a clever way of writing it."

Pierre immediately moved closer.

"Where is he smart?"

Luc handed the card to him.

"It neither told you how expensive the product was, nor was it in a hurry to sell it to you."

"It first and foremost makes you feel like one of the few invited guests."

Pierre nodded seriously.

"I like this feeling."

He paused, then looked towards the side door of the stage.

"If they even arrange a card this meticulously, I'm starting to worry that Oriental Truffles might completely drive me crazy."

Qian Weimin happened to be passing by and overheard this.

He almost couldn't hold back and was about to rush backstage to tell Jiang Mian the good news.

Stay calm.

He must stay calm today.

The press section at the back of the banquet hall was already quite full.

Major newspapers, tabloids, fashion magazines, business weekly—they all came.

Some people come specifically for the Oriental truffles.

Some people come specifically for the Golden Thread Nourishing Dew.

Many others had heard rumors that Leslie would be making an appearance and used connections to squeeze in at the last minute.

On the edge of the press box, a man wearing black-rimmed glasses was looking down, checking his press pass.

The document was printed with the name of a tabloid.

Zhou Zhichang.

He stuffed his ID back into his breast pocket and then touched the small notebook in his pocket.

A photography assistant next to him nudged him.

"Hello, which newspaper are you from?"

Zhou Zhichang looked up and smiled politely.

"Hong Kong Island Daily Business News"

The other person thought for a moment, but didn't seem to remember it.

"Never heard of it."

Zhou Zhichang didn't feel embarrassed at all.

"It's just a small newspaper, not worth mentioning."

The photography assistant then ignored him.

Zhou Zhichang lowered his head and opened his notebook.

A thin slip of paper was tucked into the first page of the notebook, with only one sentence written on it.

"Ask questions when the product's efficacy is explained to its peak."

He pressed the paper strip back down.

Subsequently, underlines were drawn heavily under the terms "source of ingredients", "safety verification", "high price misleading" and "mainland production environment".

There were more wealthy people present today than he had expected.

That would be even better.

The more people involved, the bigger the problem becomes, and the more valuable it is.

Backstage.

Jiang Mian was sitting in the temporary rest room, holding a process sheet in her hand.

Her makeup wasn't heavy today, and she wasn't wearing the final gown.

Lu Ting stood behind her, carefully examining the lock on a hard case.

Inside the box was that dress that had been kept at the bottom of the trunk.

Ah May jogged in from outside.

"Miss Jiang, the guests have all arrived."

Jiang Mian raised her head.

"Has Mrs. Ho arrived yet?"

"arrive."

Ah May suppressed a laugh and lowered her voice a little.

"As soon as she entered the door, Mrs. Su and Mrs. Chen surrounded her."

"The ladies complimented each other on their complexions for quite a while."

"Everyone outside is wondering whether you will release any new quotas today."

Jiang Mian nodded gently.

"That's good."

This is exactly the effect she wanted.

For these women, the Golden Thread Nourishing Essence is more than just a skincare product.

It's more like a special business card that can be seen, envied, and questioned in social circles.

Ah May added another sentence.

"Mr. Pierre has asked eight times where the Oriental truffles are."

Jiang Mian almost burst out laughing.

"Can Boss Qian still hold on?"

"Boss Qian seems quite composed now, but his hand always seems to reach into his pocket, as if he's trying to pull out his little notebook."

Jiang Mian put down the process sheet.

"Let him bear with it."

"If he dares to pull out that little notebook today, I'll deduct one bottle of Oriental truffles from his quota."

Ah May immediately suppressed her laughter.

"I'll go and tell him right away."

Lu Ting raised his head upon hearing this.

Are your legs sore?

Jiang Mian leaned back in her chair.

"A little."

Lu Ting immediately went over, squatted down, and carefully straightened her skirt.

"How long until you go on stage?"

"I'll go out after Leslie finishes the opening act."

Lu Ting nodded.

"I'll be waiting for you on the side platform."

Jiang Mian looked down at him.

"Comrade Lu, you're going to be making an appearance today too, so don't always try to hide in the background."

Lu Ting paused for a moment.

I won't hide.

"Then remember this: stand next to me later."

"it is good."

Jiang Mian was finally satisfied.

Just as she was about to say something more, Ah Ken's suppressed excitement came from outside the door.

"Leslie is ready!"

On the other side of the lounge, Leslie had already changed into that dark-colored, modified Zhongshan suit.

Number One Battle Suit.

After Lu Ting made the alterations to the shoulder line and cuffs last night, the garment felt completely different on him.

The stand-up collar fit snugly against his neck, yet felt completely comfortable.

The shoulder line was perfectly tapered, perfectly complementing his slightly slender figure.

The cuffs also look very neat.

He raised his hand to fasten the top button and then straightened the hem of his clothes.

Daffy stood nearby without saying a word.

Leslie turned to look at him.

"How is it?"

Daffy stared at him intently for a few seconds.

"very good."

Leslie smiled.

"Is it just good?"

Daffy laughed along.

"very good."

Ken was so anxious he was practically spinning in circles.

"Excuse me, gentlemen, how about we talk more later?"

"The seats outside are all full."

"Leslie, if you go out there, the press section will definitely go crazy."

Leslie looked at Jiang Mian.

"Miss Jiang, I'm all set here."

Jiang Mian stood up and walked up to him.

"Remember, you're not here to support us."

Leslie raised an eyebrow.

"So what am I here for today?"

Jiang Mian looked into his eyes.

"You have chosen the flavors of the East."

Leslie thought about the sentence carefully, and then smiled.

"This statement is really easy for people to agree with."