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

Hearing the chatter of the ladies around him, Qian Weimin finally couldn't help but move a little closer.

He said in a very reserved tone, "Our Brother Lu knows a lot of things."

A lady looked over curiously.

"What else?"

Qian Weimin immediately perked up.

"Cooking, carpentry, driving, security, altering clothes, moving boxes."

He paused, then added with a smile.

"And also taking care of Doctor Jiang."

"Especially this last point, no one on the entire Hong Kong Island can compare!"

The ladies were taken aback at first, then they couldn't help but laugh.

Some people looked at Lu Ting on the stage and couldn't help but sigh.

"Miss Jiang is truly blessed."

Qian Weimin waved his hand in a serious manner.

"Please don't say this in front of Brother Lu."

Why?

"He would feel that this is what he should do, and it's not worth praising at all."

The ladies laughed even harder.

After laughing, looking at the couple on stage again, I felt a mix of emotions I couldn't quite describe.

The two on stage did not deliberately act intimately.

Jiang Mian stood in the center.

Lu Ting took half a step back, standing in a position where she could see him as soon as she turned around.

He didn't try to steal the spotlight, nor did he leave.

This sense of propriety touches people more deeply than any pretty words.

The host raised his hand to indicate the area behind him.

"Next, please witness three rare, non-sale items from the Oriental Costumes series."

The words fell.

The black curtain behind the stage slowly rose.

Three specially made temperature-controlled glass display cases lit up one after another under the lights.

In the first display case was a floor-length gown with a floral pattern.

Similarly, the brocade pattern on the chest is complete, the patterns on the sides of the skirt spread out along the fabric, and the gold thread on the hem is only pressed along the edge.

In the second display case was a short cloud-shoulder cape.

The cloud-shaped shoulder piece presses down on the shoulders and neck, and the frog buttons on the front are arranged one by one. The gold-embroidered gauze trim is delicate and shiny but not ostentatious.

In the third display case was a gold-embroidered flowing cloud gauze dress.

Three layers of gauze were gently stacked, and when the light was turned, the flowing cloud pattern seemed to emerge as if it had been awakened.

The discussions in the banquet hall were completely out of control.

What does "collectible and not for sale" mean?

"Are none of these three pieces of clothing for sale? What's the point of displaying them?"

He Tai turned directly to look at Qian Weimin.

"Mr. Qian, this is a collector's item, not for sale. Can we discuss it?"

Qian Weimin felt a tightness in his back.

If he answers this question wrong, Doctor Jiang can kick him out of the Dongfang Fengwu school on the spot.

He quickly spread his hands.

"Mrs. He, I really don't dare to speak up for Miss Jiang."

Su Tai pressed for more information.

"Can you make a similar style? It doesn't have to be exactly the same."

Qian Weimin immediately shook his head.

"I'm sorry, this really won't work."

"Miss Jiang has set a rule that the limited edition pieces of Ni Chang Haute Couture are only for display and will not be reproduced."

"We won't make similar versions, lest we ruin the weight of these three items."

Mrs. Chen was clearly somewhat unwilling.

"Can I order other styles?"

Qian Weimin instantly regained his home-court advantage.

"You can register your interest first."

"However, the specific schedule, styles, and number of slots all need to be confirmed by Ms. Jiang herself."

"Moreover, the construction period may be short, and the price will definitely not be low."

The ladies spoke up almost simultaneously.

"Register me!"

"I want a spot too!"

"Get my husband's men's clothing lined up too!"

"Don't forget me!"

Qian Weimin felt like he was about to ascend to heaven with happiness, but he had to force himself not to take out his notebook.

He could only desperately try to wink at Ah Hai.

Ah Hai was still standing there, stunned.

Qian Weimin lowered his voice and yelled at him.

"Hey! What are you standing there for?"

Ah Hai then realized what was happening and quickly pulled out the registration form.

"Boss, I thought we weren't allowed to write it down today."

Qian Weimin glared at him.

"I won't write it down, you do."

"We have a clear division of labor, and everyone has a bright future."

Ahai immediately lowered his head and began writing furiously.

The sound of camera shutters clicking rapidly from the press box resumed.

Zhou Zhichang sat in the corner, but his pen remained motionless.

He originally planned to steer the conversation towards the Golden Thread Nourishing Essence before introducing the product itself.

But in the current situation, the risk of standing up is simply too great.

Sitting in the front row were Mr. Ho, Mr. Wong, and a large group of prominent figures in Hong Kong's business community.

The security around him was much tighter than he had expected.

What's more troublesome is that the press pass he was wearing around his neck couldn't withstand close inspection at all.

Zhou Zhichang gritted his teeth and pressed the notebook down on his knees.

and so on.

He has to wait.

When the emotions at the scene reached their peak, he stood up again to ask about the ingredients, safety, and production environment.

At that time, these wealthy ladies will definitely panic.

On stage, the host had already quietly retreated to the side.

Jiang Mian was the only one left in front of the microphone.

Lu Ting did not stand with her in the center of the stage.

He took a half step back, just like before, and stood in a position where she could see him if she turned around at any moment.

Jiang Mian held the microphone but didn't rush to speak.

The entire scene quickly quieted down.

Even Pierre obediently sat back down in his chair, though he still couldn't help leaning forward.

Jiang Mian looked at the group of people in the audience who were the most extravagant and picky spenders in Hong Kong, and spoke in a very relaxed tone.

Good evening, distinguished guests.

"Welcome to Oriental Style's first brand launch event."

There was no lengthy list of thanks, nor any extravagant opening remarks.

On stage, Jiang Mian held the microphone and looked around the room.

The banquet hall fell silent instantly; even breathing became extremely quiet.

"I saw a lot of familiar faces just now."

"When we were at the door, Mr. Qian specifically told me that the guests coming tonight were the most discerning customers on Hong Kong Island."

Jiang Mian didn't rush to read the prepared speech; instead, she started the meeting in a casual tone.

A soft chuckle rippled through the audience, and the tense atmosphere eased slightly.

Jiang Mian turned to the side and pointed to the three specially made constant-temperature glass display cases behind her.

"Since you all have such high standards, then ordinary ready-made clothes naturally won't meet your expectations."

"The three garments you see now are made of a fabric called 'Zhuanghualuo' and 'Zhijinsha'."

As she said this, Jiang Mian's voice slowly spread throughout the banquet hall through the microphone.

Her tone was unhurried, yet it possessed an irresistible charm.

"Look at the gold shimmer on the hem of this floor-length gown."

Jiang Mian pointed to the first display case.

"That's no ordinary gold thread."

"It was made by striking pure gold into extremely thin gold leaf, and then wrapping it layer by layer around silk thread."

"Wearing this gives you the luxurious feel of gold, and it feels as soft as silk, without being itchy at all."