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

Pierre clutched his chest, looking very aggrieved.

"Mr. Qian, you've made me endure for over twenty hours, and now you expect me to remain calm?"

Martin, who was standing next to him, had already lowered his head and started writing furiously.

Luc glanced at the excited Pierre.

You'd better keep your dignity in check.

Pierre took a deep breath and immediately sat up straight.

"I can keep my dignity intact, but if I'm not allowed to be the first to taste it later, I promise I'll write a very sad column."

Qian Weimin felt a chill run down his spine.

Before he could retort, Jiang Mian on the stage had already spoken.

"What I just talked about was Dongfang Nishang."

"Next, I will introduce two other things about Eastern culture to you."

She raised her hand and pointed to the bottle of Golden Thread Nourishing Essence.

"Golden Thread Nourishing Dew, I believe many of you here are familiar with it."

"But many people may not know much about it."

"Its main ingredient is fresh leaves of Anoectochilus roxburghii."

"After low-temperature distillation, it is then fermented a second time using Ganoderma lucidum spore powder through a unique secret recipe."

The ladies in the audience immediately sat up straight.

They are extremely familiar with this thing.

They were so familiar with the place that even the maids had to wear gloves when tidying up the dressing table.

Anyone who dares to accidentally spill even a drop will be fired on the spot.

Jiang Mian didn't care about revealing the recipe.

She even hopes to see others follow suit and imitate her.

In this way, the unique features of other products under the Oriental Style brand can be better highlighted.

She cleared her throat and continued speaking.

"Golden Thread Nourishing Essence is not following the path of ordinary balms and face creams."

"The medicinal properties of *Anoectochilus roxburghii* are mild and soothing."

"Red Ganoderma can nourish and protect the body's foundation."

"These two things are not put together to cover your face with an extra layer of stuff."

"Instead, let your skin gradually return to a better state on its own."

Upon hearing this, the wives who had used the products immediately exchanged glances.

Mrs. He subconsciously touched her face lightly.

She's been using it most frequently lately, and the changes on her face are the most noticeable.

She wouldn't have believed it if she hadn't seen herself getting better day by day in the mirror.

Jiang Mian spoke calmly and slowly, and the power of the incantation technique quietly spread out as she narrated.

Those in the audience who had never used it before and were originally just there for the spectacle suddenly became serious.

Some people started looking down at the back of their hands.

Some people stared intently at the small glass bottle.

Several young women were already whispering to their mothers about whether they could also register for a spot later.

The atmosphere at the scene was just right, and Jiang Mian was about to continue speaking.

Just then, Zhou Zhichang, who was sitting on the side of the press box, suddenly raised his hand.

He held it very high, as if afraid others wouldn't see it.

The host originally intended to pretend he didn't see it.

But Jiang Mian took the initiative to look in that direction.

"My friend, do you have a question?"

Zhou Zhichang stood up.

He first deliberately adjusted the press card on his chest, then cleared his throat.

"Ms. Jiang, I am a reporter from Hong Kong Island Daily Business News."

Many reporters from mainstream media outlets around them exchanged glances.

The name of this newspaper sounds unfamiliar.

However, there are so many tabloids in Hong Kong that it's not surprising that you don't recognize them.

They simply couldn't understand why this person would suddenly raise his hand to interrupt Miss Jiang; it was incredibly rude of him.

Ignoring the reactions of others, Zhou Zhichang directly threw out the questions he had prepared.

"Ms. Jiang, I have a few questions, and I hope you can give me a direct answer."

Jiang Mian smiled, her tone gentle.

"Speaking."

Zhou Zhichang felt inexplicably flustered.

But the thought of the remaining payment that he hadn't received yet forced him to suppress the strange feeling in his heart.

"My first question is, is your production environment in mainland China dirty and chaotic, unable to even guarantee the most basic hygiene?"

"Secondly, has this 'Golden Thread Facial Essence,' which you've sold at such an exorbitant price, undergone any safety testing?"

"Thirdly, are you using the faces of Hong Kong Island residents as guinea pigs?!"

He asked all his questions in one breath, and the banquet hall fell silent instantly.

The ladies in the front row all changed their expressions.

Mrs. Chen was the first to frown and mutter a curse in a low voice.

"Who does this guy do? Are you kidding me?"

Su Tai's reaction was more direct.

"Has he even used it himself? Why are you asking such pointless questions!"

Mrs. He put the small wooden box back on the table, and the smile on her face faded.

This is no longer a normal question.

This is clearly telling these users, in front of them, that they spent a lot of money to buy something of dubious origin.

Wealthy women are very particular about their image.

They can criticize things privately, but it's unacceptable for outsiders to question their judgment.

Qian Weimin stood at the back, his fists clenched tightly.

Ah Hai also took a step forward.

"Boss, should we call someone?"

Qian Weimin gritted his teeth and kept his voice extremely low.

"stop."

"Dr. Jiang instructed that no one is allowed to move around."

Ah Hai was stunned.

"But he's clearly here to cause trouble!"

"Of course I know!"

Qian Weimin's face was almost red with embarrassment.

"It's precisely because he's causing trouble that we can't touch him."

He stared intently at the stage.

As long as Jiang Mian gives a gesture, he will immediately order someone to take this scoundrel out.

But Jiang Mian showed no intention of kicking people out.

She stood in front of the microphone and even nodded slightly.

"You've asked quite a comprehensive set of questions."

Hearing this, Zhou Zhichang breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Once she's willing to explain, things easily fall apart.

As long as things get chaotic, he'll have plenty to write for tomorrow's article.

Just as he was about to press further, Jiang Mian suddenly spoke up.

"Sir reporter, have you ever used the Golden Thread Nourishing Lotion?"

Zhou Zhichang's words, which were just about to come out, suddenly caught in his throat.

The air in the banquet hall seemed to freeze for a moment.

That's an oversimplified question.

It's so simple that it seems to have no offensive capabilities.

But when Zhou Zhichang heard this, it made his back tense up.

He couldn't afford a bottle of the HK$120,000 Golden Thread Nourishing Essence.

Not to mention having used it, he only got a glimpse of its true appearance today, by taking advantage of the situation.

Jiang Mian held the microphone, her tone still casual.

"Golden Thread Nourishing Essence is a topical product."

"Oriental truffles are a prized ingredient in medicinal cuisine."

"Since you have never used our products or seen the relevant production materials."

"But they immediately asked all the questions about hygiene, safety, and misleading consumers."

I can answer your question.

"But before I answer, I'd like to confirm something."

Are you asking this question on behalf of the consumers?

"Or are you only asking this question on behalf of yourself and the press pass you're wearing?"

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Thank you so much to [鹤不知归里] for the amazing update! I've been so busy, I was writing until 3 AM to add more chapters ψ(｀∇´)ψ