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

Zhou Zhichang opened his mouth.

All the words he had prepared were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single one.

Someone in the audience chuckled softly.

The laughter wasn't mocking Jiang Mian, but rather Zhou Zhichang, who was stumped by a single question.

A reporter from a major newspaper next to me quickly scribbled a line on a piece of paper.

"Jiang Mian didn't avoid the question; she first confirmed the questioner's eligibility."

Zhou Zhichang had no choice but to bite the bullet and speak.

"As a journalist, I have the right to oversee."

"Very good." Jiang Mian nodded.

"Then I'll answer your question using publicly available information."

She turned her head and glanced at the audience.

"Boss Qian."

Qian Weimin immediately stepped forward.

Now, he finally found an outlet for the anger he had been holding in for so long!

"They're here!"

Qian Weimin personally picked up a thick kraft paper file box from the side table.

Behind him, Ah Hai was carrying a large stack of hard-cover folders.

Upon seeing this display of force, Zhou Zhichang's expression immediately changed.

This doesn't seem like a temporary solution; it's clearly a trap set up for him to fall into!

Qian Weimin handed the first document to the host and then asked the staff to project the prepared content onto the backdrop behind him.

The curtain lit up quickly.

Jiang Mian's gaze returned to Zhou Zhichang, and her voice was clearly transmitted throughout the venue through the microphone.

"Reporter Zhou, you just asked four questions in one go, so let's explain them one by one."

"First, regarding your claim that the production environment was 'dirty and chaotic'."

The projection clearly displayed the health permit issued by the mainland government, along with high-definition photos of a spotless, modern distillation workshop.

There was even a regular inspection report stamped with the bright red official seal of the "Tomato Province Health and Epidemic Prevention Station".

"Our production workshop follows food-grade cleanliness standards."

"All documents and on-site photos are here, and any qualified organization is welcome to conduct unannounced surprise inspections at any time."

As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Mian gestured to switch to the second document.

"Secondly, regarding safety inspections."

On the screen is a test report issued by the most authoritative third-party testing agency in Hong Kong.

The sample number, submission time, notarization record, and sealed sample photos are all clearly listed.

Jiang Mian stared at Zhou Zhichang for a moment before looking away.

She pointed to the projection screen, "Everyone, look here."

"The samples we submitted for testing were unopened products, and a notary was present to supervise the entire process."

"Here are photos of the sealed sample, the test number, and the sampling record."

"The test results showed that no heavy metals were detected, no prohibited hormones were detected, and no common irritant or allergenic components were detected."

"The original report is here; everyone is welcome to review it."

Zhou Zhichang's face was frozen, and cold sweat slid down his temples.

Chen Zhaoan told him, "The other party is just a country bumpkin from the mainland, and his background can't be investigated."

But with this setup, even notarization has been done in advance. Are these still the rural people from the mainland who can't withstand scrutiny?

Zhou Zhichang's heart sank; he feared he was being used as a fool.

People in the press section next to them had already started taking notes quickly.

A female reporter from a fashion magazine couldn't help but mutter to herself.

"This chain of evidence is absolutely brilliant."

"Yes, even the process of sending the samples for testing is documented with photos."

"The question raised by Zhou Zhichang has actually given him a platform to showcase himself."

Qian Weimin stood to the side, listening with such satisfaction that he almost felt like he was floating on air.

He tried his best to maintain his air of nobility.

Hold on.

I absolutely mustn't laugh too wildly today.

Jiang Mian didn't give Zhou Zhichang any chance to catch his breath and continued to speak.

"As for your third question..."

She paused slightly, then repeated, "Are they using the faces of Hong Kong Island residents as guinea pigs?"

"Dongfangfengwu never forces anyone to believe in our products."

"So we keep all customer feedback files."

"All feedback is provided voluntarily by customers. We have removed names for information involving privacy, and only retained records of usage period, age group, and skin changes."

The third document was submitted immediately.

The first page is a clear table.

Thirty-six local customers from Hong Kong Island.

The usage period varies from fifteen days to two months.

The feedback was also categorized in detail.

Fine lines are reduced.

Brightens skin tone.

Skin condition is stable.

Reduced allergic symptoms.

Several copies of handwritten customer feedback were even attached.

Mrs. He's gaze fell on one of the photocopies of the handwritten feedback; she was all too familiar with the handwriting.

She immediately spoke up, "That one was written by me!"

All eyes in the room immediately turned to her.

Mrs. Ho made no attempt to hide it; in fact, she sat up even straighter.

"I've used it for two months, and I know best how effective it is."

"I used to have those two lines under my eyes, and no amount of treatments could help."

"I can see how much it has faded now every time I look in the mirror."

She turned to look at Zhou Zhichang, her tone not harsh, but enough to make one uneasy.

"Sir reporter, you can question the product."

"But you can't say for me that I was misled."

Su Tai immediately chimed in, "I used it too!"

"I still have half a bottle at home. Anyone who doesn't believe me can come to my house tomorrow and see!"

Chen Tai snapped the fan shut.

"What I hate most are people who haven't bought or used the product themselves, but immediately accuse others of being scammed."

"It's not like we've never seen the world before."

Several ladies nearby also chimed in.

"Exactly! Hong Kong Island has so many brands, what good stuff haven't we tried?"

"Whether it's effective or not, you can tell from this face."

"If it were useless, would I spend tens of thousands of Hong Kong dollars to buy a bottle and keep it at home?"

This put Zhou Zhichang in an extremely awkward position.

He originally intended to make these wealthy women uneasy, so that the scene would become chaotic.

Instead of panicking, this group of people stood up and defended Dongfang Fengwu.

And each of them defended themselves with absolute certainty.

They have used it, spent money on it, and have status and position.

His words carried far more weight than those of a tabloid reporter.

Jiang Mian did not interrupt them.

After the wives finished speaking, she gestured for Qian Weimin to open the fourth document.

Regarding security verification.

"Besides ingredient testing, we've done everything that organizations on Hong Kong Island can do."

"We have also made backups of all the batches produced in mainland China, the sealing records, the quantities imported into Hong Kong, and the final sales destinations."

The page turned again on the screen.

Batch number.

Inventory entry records.

Shipping order.

Bank statements.

Every item is clear and perfectly matched.