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

Standing next to the file box, Qian Weimin finally regained his home-field advantage.

"Dear bosses and ladies, all these bank statements are stamped by the bank."

"Every bottle of our Oriental Flavors sold is recorded."

"Who bought it, when they bought it, and which bank's checkbook the payment was made from—all of this is documented."

"I, Qian Weimin, enjoy making money in business, but I would never make dirty money!"

He added a special sentence at this point.

"Especially the things from Doctor Jiang, she gave me my life, how could I dare to mess around with them?"

As soon as he said that, everyone in the room burst into laughter.

The tense atmosphere from just now dissipated considerably.

Although Pierre was a beat slow to understand the translator, he still grasped the situation on the scene.

He couldn't help but turn to Martin and say it.

"The gentleman who asked the question has lost."

Martin nodded.

"A complete and utter defeat."

Luke's pen never stopped moving.

"This questioning has ironically become a free endorsement of credibility."

Pierre lowered his voice again.

"Now I'd rather try the freshest Oriental truffles."

Luc glanced at him and immediately exposed him, "No, no, no, you've been thinking about it since you boarded the plane."

Pierre corrected him very seriously.

"I'm thinking about this with a sense of awe for legal documents."

On stage, Jiang Mian's gaze returned to Zhou Zhichang.

"The fourth question is whether this constitutes misleading consumers with high prices?"

She slowly repeated the sentence.

The room fell silent again; this was indeed the most provocative question.

Because things with an Eastern flavor are indeed expensive.

It's ridiculously expensive.

Zhou Zhichang finally grasped this point and managed to regain some confidence.

"Ms. Jiang, a bottle of beauty serum costing over ten thousand Hong Kong dollars, and a jar of Oriental truffles costing one hundred thousand Hong Kong dollars—doesn't this price need explanation?"

Jiang Mian smiled gently, "Yes."

"That's why I held this press conference today."

She looked at the guests in the front row.

"Oriental Style products are never sold according to the pricing logic of ordinary shelves."

"From materials, processes, verification, and its actual effects, every step is factored into the cost."

"More importantly, one of the active ingredients in our products is extremely precious, which is why our products have such remarkable effects."

"It's not like ordinary raw materials that can be easily replicated, so we don't do large-scale distribution."

"Our Golden Thread Nourishing Essence is in such high demand that it's difficult to keep up with demand. You need to pre-order if you want to buy it, and the number of available spots is limited."

"All our customers receive a complete product manual and usage tips before making payment."

"Prices are clearly marked, and purchases are entirely voluntary."

"If someone doesn't think it's worth it, of course they don't have to buy it."

"But just because you didn't buy it yourself doesn't mean you can judge those who did as being misled."

As soon as these words were spoken, Mrs. He was the first to nod.

"That's right, when I bought it, Mr. Qian explained the instructions very clearly."

"How to use it, how long to observe the changes, and when to stop using it are all clearly written out."

Su Tai also looked coldly at Zhou Zhichang.

"Whether it works or not, I can see it for myself when I look in the mirror."

Chen Tai closed the fan in his hand.

"We spend our own money to buy things, and it's not up to someone who hasn't even used them to draw conclusions for us."

Zhou Zhichang's face turned pale; he had originally intended to make these wealthy women panic.

But now, they've all sided with Jiang Mian.

This group of people has status, wealth, and personal experience with the product.

A single word from them is more effective than ten tabloid articles he writes.

Zhou Zhichang gritted his teeth and forced himself to speak.

"I'm just reminding consumers to stay rational!"

"If someone spends hundreds of thousands of yuan on a product whose efficacy is controversial, isn't it possible they're influenced by inflated pricing tactics?"

Su Tai's face turned completely cold.

"Who are you calling irrational?"

Zhou Zhichang felt a lump in his throat.

Su Tai stood up, her gaze as sharp as a knife as she looked at his face.

"Which of us here hasn't seen good things?"

"European haute couture, Swiss spas, French beauty salons—what haven't we tried?"

"Whether the Golden Thread Nourishing Essence is effective or not, we don't know ourselves, do we need you to remind us?"

Mrs. Chen also spoke up.

"Which newspaper sent you?"

Where is the interview request letter?

"Where is the evidence for your accusations?"

Reporters from mainstream media outlets nearby all stopped writing.

All eyes were on Zhou Zhichang.

What we were just questioning was about the product.

Now, things have turned into malicious sabotage.

Zhou Zhichang was sweating profusely, his fingers gripping the notebook tightly.

"I'm a reporter!"

"Journalists have the right to oversight!"

Su Tai gave a cold laugh.

"Supervision is certainly possible."

"But defamation is unacceptable."

She slightly raised her chin.

"If you can't produce any evidence today..."

"I will have my lawyer formally send a letter to your newspaper."

"We demand that you provide a public explanation for this matter."

Mrs. He also casually added a comment.

"And me too."

Mrs. Chen looked at the other ladies beside her.

"I'll count myself in."

The wealthy women nodded almost simultaneously.

"It's on me."

"And me too."

"If these words were published, it would be a disgrace to all of us buyers."

Zhou Zhichang's legs started to feel weak.

He now finally realizes that he has stirred up the wrong hornet's nest.

He originally wanted to slap Jiang Mian in the face.

As a result, they offended all the wealthy women in Hong Kong who valued their image the most.

Qian Weimin stood to the side, his face turning almost red from holding back his anger.

Ah Hai asked in a low voice, "Boss, should we call security?"

Qian Weimin lowered his voice and said.

"What are you yelling for? Doctor Jiang hasn't spoken yet."

"Anyone who makes a move at a time like this will ruin the event."

On stage, Jiang Mian raised her hand and gently quelled the commotion in the audience.

"Reporter Zhou is right."

"Of course journalists can monitor this."

She looked at Zhou Zhichang with a calm gaze that sent chills down one's spine.

"Oriental Style welcomes all legal and compliant reviews."

"Any qualified organization on Hong Kong Island can follow the procedures to make the inquiry."

"But if someone uses unsubstantiated suspicions to intimidate consumers and damage the brand's reputation..."

Qian Weimin immediately chimed in.

"Our legal team is downstairs at the hotel."

He held up the folder with a smile.

"Of course, Hong Kong Island is a society governed by the rule of law, and we have always been very law-abiding."

Another low chuckle rang out from the audience.

Zhou Zhichang, however, could not laugh.

He seemed to be nailed to the spot, his face turning pale and then flushed.

Jiang Mian looked at him and asked.

"Mr. Zhou, do you have any other questions?"

Zhou Zhichang's throat bobbed.

"No...that's all."

After he finished speaking, he slumped back into his chair.

Several reporters nearby moved aside in unison.

Nobody wants to have anything to do with him.

Jiang Mian looked away, her tone remaining calm.

"The questioning session just now was very good."

"Eastern culture is not afraid of questions."

"The more expensive something is, the more clearly people should be asked about it."

Reporters from mainstream media immediately lowered their heads to take notes.

Some people even crossed out the original title and rewrote a new line.

Oriental Styles presented its evidence chain on-site, proving that its high-priced products can withstand scrutiny.

Looking at Jiang Mian on the stage, Mrs. He couldn't help but whisper.

"This young girl is really composed."

Mrs. Su sat down again, straightened her shawl, and her face still showed some anger.

"They really dare to jump out and question anything!"

On the stage, Jiang Mian walked to the display stand.

She reached out and picked up the porcelain jar containing the oriental truffle.

The glaze of the porcelain jar gleamed under the light, and the seal was intact.

Pierre sat up straight instantly.

He gripped the armrests with both hands, his eyes practically glued to the stage.

Jiang Mian looked at the front row, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"alright."

"If Mr. Pierre has been waiting for so long and we don't start the tasting soon, he'll probably write about Mr. Qian in his column and criticize him for three months straight."

Pierre immediately stood up.

"No, no, no, Miss Jiang, I will write it very elegantly."

Qian Weimin quickly waved his hand.

"Mr. Pierre, even if you scold me elegantly, it's still scolding, and I can't afford to take it!"

The audience burst into laughter again.

The staff put on white gloves and prepared to remove the seal from the porcelain jar.

Just then, Ah May walked quickly over from the side.

Instead of interrupting Jiang Mian on stage, she went around to Qian Weimin's side and handed him a folded piece of paper.

Qian Weimin was still smiling.

The smile on his face vanished the next second.

There were only a few lines of text on the note.

The photography assistant's credentials were found to be abnormal.

Three press cards bearing the letterheads of different newspapers were found inside the bag.

One of the numbers is exactly the same as the press card on Zhou Zhichang's chest.

There was another slip of paper with questions in the interlayer.

The contact person's signature was Chen Zhaoan.

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