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

Qian Weimin gripped the note, a ruthless glint flashing across his face.

Chen Zhaoan.

Once this name came out, things were no longer as simple as a tabloid reporter going crazy on a whim.

Ah Hai leaned closer and asked in a low voice, "Boss, should I get some of my brothers to bring that guy surnamed Chen over here?"

Qian Weimin glanced at the stage.

Jiang Mian handed the jar of Oriental truffles to a staff member wearing white gloves.

With the seal about to be removed, everyone's attention was focused on the small porcelain jar.

Qian Weimin swallowed hard and casually stuffed the note into the inside pocket of his suit.

"Go and hold down the guy at the back door. Make sure he doesn't get away."

"What about Zhou Zhichang?"

"Just let him sit there for now."

Ah Hai was stunned on the spot.

"Huh? You're just letting him sit?"

Qian Weimin gritted his teeth and lowered his voice even further.

"Dr. Jiang is still on stage, do you understand? The most valuable thing today isn't arresting people, it's letting the whole of Hong Kong see just how stable Oriental Style really is!"

Ah Hai then realized what was happening and quickly turned around to find security.

Qian Weimin stood still, forcing a smile back onto his face.

However, he had already started making plans in his mind.

That bastard Chen Zhaoan actually dared to interfere at Doctor Jiang's press conference!

Once Doctor Jiang is done with his work, he'll definitely teach that guy a lesson about what a society governed by the rule of law really is!

On stage, Jiang Mian didn't even notice Qian Weimin's little antics.

She simply picked up the small silver spoon, indicating to the staff that they could remove the seal.

The moment the porcelain jar was opened, several people in the front row sat up straight almost simultaneously.

He Sheng was the first to smell that unique aroma.

He had already tasted Oriental truffles and could be considered one of the first loyal customers of Oriental truffles in Hong Kong.

Although Oriental truffles are known for their rich and fragrant flavor, he had already anticipated this.

But this jar today is clearly different.

The aroma that wafted out was richer than any batch he had ever tasted before.

Huang Sheng lowered his voice and spoke.

"Mr. He, don't you think this batch of goods seems better?"

He Sheng did not answer immediately.

He first stared intently at the porcelain jar, then closed his eyes and carefully savored the aroma in the air.

After a long while, he finally spoke slowly.

"We think we really made the right choice coming here today."

"This is probably a newly launched collector's edition from Oriental Truffle."

The eyes of the several wealthy people nearby lit up instantly when they heard the words "collector's edition".

Collector's Edition!

After all, Oriental Style had already firmly etched the words "collectible and not for sale" into their minds tonight.

So now, anything with the word "collector's edition" in it means that it's not something you can just get with money.

Pierre's was even more outrageous.

He was practically pressed against the edge of the chair.

"Miss Jiang, please, please help me."

He was so anxious that he clasped his hands together, and even his broken Mandarin seemed to flow more smoothly.

"Please let me be the first to taste it."

Jiang Mian glanced at him and smiled very easily.

"You've waited so long, of course you should go first."

Pierre immediately stood up.

Martin and Luke also stood up.

The staff quickly presented Pierre with the first tasting plate.

There was only a tiny bit of food in that thin porcelain dish.

A thinly sliced ​​Oriental truffle rests on a silver spoon.

It is served with a small bowl of warm clear soup and a small piece of steamed, glistening rice cake.

Pierre looked at the tiny amount on the plate, his face instantly contorted with pain.

"Oh, my Miss Jiang, this is far too little."

Qian Weimin immediately peeked out from the side.

"Mr. Pierre, this is a tasting event, the focus is on tasting, not on filling your stomach."

Pierre looked at him, his tone unusually serious.

"No, Mr. Qian, you don't understand."

Qian Weimin immediately objected.

"Why don't I understand?"

Pierre pointed to the plate in front of him, his face serious.

"This is not food at all; it is a sacred test that fate has given me."

Luke, who was next to him, lowered his head and wrote something in his notebook.

Pierre immediately turned his head away.

"What bad things are you saying about me now?"

Luke slowly closed the pen cap.

"I'm just making a record. You haven't even started eating yet, and you've already lost all the dignity that a French gourmet should have."

A burst of soft laughter immediately rang out from the audience.

Pierre was too preoccupied to argue with him now.

He carefully picked up the silver spoon and put that small piece of oriental truffle into his mouth.

But in the next second, he froze completely.

The entire banquet hall fell silent immediately.

All eyes were fixed on him.

Pierre's hand froze in mid-air, forgetting even to put down the silver spoon in his hand.

After a long while, he slowly closed his eyes and whispered a sentence in French.

Martin's pen stopped abruptly on the paper.

Luc also raised his head.

Pierre repeated it again, this time in a slightly louder voice.

Luke translated the sentence for him.

He said it was a black pearl that God had left behind in the East.

The moment those words were spoken, a flurry of camera shutters clicked from the press box.

Pierre suddenly opened his eyes and turned directly to Jiang Mian on the stage.

"Miss Jiang!"

He was so excited he almost rushed onto the stage, but luckily a staff member nearby stopped him in time.

Pierre no longer cared about decorum, excitedly gesturing with his hands in front of his chest.

"This doesn't taste like the food I had at the Canton Fair at all!"

"The taste last time was already incredibly precious and captivating."

"But this one today feels more complete to me!"

"It's as if it has condensed an entire forest, land, herbs, and a long period of time into this small piece of land!"

As he spoke, he turned to look at Qian Weimin.

"Oh, my dear Mr. Qian, how could you bear to make me wait for over twenty hours!"

Qian Weimin quickly shrugged.

"So, do you feel it was worth it now?"

Pierre paused for a rare moment.

"worth."

Qian Weimin was about to grin.

Pierre immediately added a comment.

"But I will always remember those painful twenty-odd hours."

Qian Weimin's smile froze on the spot.

"Mr. Pierre, you really hold a grudge."

Another round of good-natured laughter erupted from the audience.

At this point, Martin also picked up the second tasting plate.

He didn't rush to eat it like Pierre did.

Instead, he first lowered his head and smelled it carefully, then gently touched the oriental truffle with the tip of his spoon.

He is also a top-notch food editor, and has tasted far too many delicacies in his life.

Foie gras, caviar, and white and black truffles...

He has tasted almost all the delicacies on European dining tables that could be featured in special reports.

So initially, he didn't place this so-called Oriental truffle in a particularly high position.

But after he ate the truffle, he fell silent.

He just looked down at the empty saucer and didn't write anything for a long time.

Pierre, standing beside him, was getting impatient and couldn't help but urge him on.

"Hey Martin, say something!"

Martin then slowly raised his head, looked at Jiang Mian on the stage, and solemnly said a sentence in English.

Luke immediately translated for him.

He said that this oriental truffle should not just be featured on the food section.

"It should appear at the intersection of luxury goods, culture, collectibles, and fine dining."

Pierre immediately nodded excitedly.

"Yes! He's absolutely right!"

Finally, it was Luc's turn to pick up his tasting plate.

He seemed much more restrained than the other two.

After tasting it, he didn't say a word.

He simply opened his notebook silently, looked down, and wrote down four words.

Those around him didn't see clearly, but Pierre couldn't resist and went straight over.

"What exactly did you write?"

Luke subtly moved the notebook aside a little.

"Cover Story"

Upon hearing this, Pierre excitedly slapped the armrest of his chair.

"I completely agree!"

Upon hearing the translated content, the reporters in the press section practically flew off their pens writing.

The editors-in-chief of two of Europe's top magazines actually decided on the cover feature on the spot!

What kind of quantity is this?

The doubts raised by Zhou Zhichang have long since been suppressed and have not been found at all.

Mrs. He looked at Jiang Mian on the stage and couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

"No wonder she remained completely calm throughout the entire process."

Su Tai also whispered a reply.

"Yes, she's holding something this good, so of course she's not worried."

Holding the fan in her hand, Mrs. Chen couldn't help but glance at the Oriental Truffles several times.

"The ones that Boss Qian sold to us before were actually good enough."

"If this can be sold today, I'd like to pre-order one for my husband."