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

Pierre remained standing there, determined not to sit down until he got a clear answer.

Jiang Mian looked at him and slowly smiled.

"Mr. Pierre, I appreciate your sincerity."

Pierre's eyes lit up immediately.

"That means..."

"We'll sit down and discuss the agency matter properly in a couple of days."

Pierre opened his mouth, wanting to try again.

Qian Weimin quickly stepped forward and reached out to help him up.

"Mr. Pierre, please have a seat."

"Our Dr. Jiang always keeps her word. Since she said she wanted to talk, she definitely will."

Pierre was forced to sit back down, and reluctantly.

But just before sitting down, he couldn't help but turn his head and add a sentence.

"Mr. Qian, let me make this clear from the start."

Qian Weimin's brow twitched.

"Um?"

"If you find someone else in a couple of days, I'm going to move into the building right below your company."

"We'll stay until you change your minds."

Qian Weimin grinned, almost unable to hold back his laughter.

"Alright, alright, please put the baguette down first."

"We'll definitely provide meals here, you won't go hungry."

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

Jiang Mian and the others gradually stopped laughing before they finally held the microphone steady.

Instead of ending the event, she turned her gaze to the packed banquet hall.

"Distinguished guests, you have all seen what you were supposed to see tonight."

"We've tried everything we were supposed to try."

"Oriental Rainbow Robe, Golden Thread Nourishing Dew, Oriental Truffle."

"You may have heard of Golden Thread Beauty Dew and Oriental Truffle, and some of you may have even used them."

"But starting tomorrow, they will officially open for limited reservations on Hong Kong Island."

She paused.

My gaze fell on one side of the stage.

There, several ready-to-wear garments from Oriental Neon were gently bathed in light.

"As for Dongfang Nishang."

"Tonight is its first official meeting with friends on Hong Kong Island."

Upon hearing this, many of the ladies and young women in the audience couldn't help but glance at those outfits again.

The collector's edition is too high, too far away, like a unique piece that can only be admired from afar.

But these everyday styles are completely different.

Modified cheongsam dress, jacquard silk shirt, wide-leg pants, pastoral long skirt, short-sleeved modified top, high-waisted long skirt.

They are not as breathtakingly luxurious as the collector's editions.

But there's something even more intriguing about it.

It's a kind of elegant air that you can wear out.

It exudes an air of sophistication that allows one to walk the streets of Central.

It exudes an air of luxury, allowing guests to sit in the Peninsula Hotel's afternoon tea room.

It exudes an air of luxury befitting a VIP box at a horse racing club.

It could also be an air of nobility that can easily catch people's eye in one's own garden.

Jiang Mian smiled slightly.

"Starting tomorrow, Oriental Style will gradually announce the reservation methods on Hong Kong Island."

"Everyone present will be eligible for priority booking in the first batch."

The audience fell silent instantly.

Soon, someone took a soft breath.

"The first batch?"

"Does that mean there's no guarantee of getting a spot later?"

"Can Oriental Fashion also be booked?"

"I want that cheongsam dress from before."

"I actually prefer that silk shirt and wide-leg pants outfit; it looks so neat and tidy."

Immediately, someone nearby whispered and laughed at her.

"You wish! You can tell at a glance that these clothes aren't something you can just order anywhere."

Jiang Mian did not respond to these trivial discussions, but simply raised her hand to gesture towards the side stage.

The lights in the banquet hall dimmed for a moment.

The curtain behind them slowly lit up.

The first photo is a still image of Lu Ting standing on the rooftop of the Tanglou building.

He was wearing that dark-colored, modified Zhongshan suit.

Behind them are the dense clusters of buildings on Hong Kong Island.

In the distance, the faint outline of Victoria Harbour can still be seen.

He didn't strike any exaggerated poses, nor did he force a smile.

He simply stood there.

The shoulder line is straight, the stand-up collar is neat, and the hem of the garment is slightly blown by the wind.

That calm, strong, and capable aura almost pierced through the curtain and pressed down on us.

The eyes of several wealthy businessmen who had originally come with their wives changed instantly.

"This men's clothing..."

"She looks even better in it than Leslie did."

The second photo shows Jiang Mian wearing a modified cheongsam dress, standing on a stone-paved street in Central.

The background of the photo is a street scene on Hong Kong Island.

Traditional Chinese characters on the signs are interspersed with neon signs in English.

Pedestrians hurried along, and traffic kept piling up across the road.

She gently supported herself against the stone wall with one hand, turning slightly to the side.

The hem of her skirt fell down her calves.

The exquisite Chinese knot buttons and the beautiful waistline are just right.

That dress clearly had an oriental feel, yet it didn't look old-fashioned at all.

On the contrary, because she stood on the street lined with foreign firms, she appeared particularly aloof and noble.

Miss He's eyes lit up immediately.

"This one is really beautiful."

The girl in the white dress next to me whispered, "This isn't the kind of cheongsam you wear for a play; this is something you can actually wear out."

The third photo shows Jiang Mian standing at the entrance of a foreign firm building.

This time she wore a jacquard silk shirt and wide-leg pants.

One hand was in his pocket, and the other casually held a pair of sunglasses.

The European-style columns behind her appeared solemn and austere.

But the silk shirt she was wearing had a fine texture under the light, making it look soft and precious.

It's a sense of relaxation where you don't have to please anyone.

I don't think she's here to use the foreign firm's background to elevate herself.

It was only when she stood there that the building finally had something worth seeing.

A young man in the audience stared at it for a few seconds, then suddenly whispered:

"My sister will definitely like this outfit."

The people around him laughed and teased him.

"Your sister is not easy to please."

The young master swirled the wine glass in his hand.

"That's why it suits her."

The fourth photo shows her in a pastoral-style long dress next to a flower stall.

Jiang Mian held a small white flower dangling from her hand.

She happened to turn around, and her skirt spread out like a layer of petals blown open by the wind.

The background of the photo is neither a luxury hotel nor a photography studio.

It's just an ordinary flower stall on the street in Hong Kong Island.

But it is precisely in such an ordinary place that the dress's specialness is highlighted all the more.

It's not like the ready-made clothes hanging in a regular department store waiting for customers to choose.

It's like spring, but not everyone can have it.

The young ladies stared, their eyes wide with amazement.

"I want this one too."

"Didn't you just say you wanted a cheongsam dress?"

"I've changed my mind, is that not allowed?"

"You changed it a little too quickly."

In the fifth photo, Jiang Mian is wearing a modified short-sleeved top and a high-waisted long skirt.

She was standing under a neon sign in English.

Cars drove by on the street, and the neon lights were not fully lit yet, only a few scattered lights showing through.

She raised her hand to smooth the stray hairs that had been ruffled by the wind near her ear.

The movement was so natural, it looked like it was captured by the camera unintentionally.

But it is precisely this unintentionality that makes it even more attractive.

The Eastern-style tailoring blends seamlessly with the Westernized streetscape of Hong Kong Island, creating a harmonious whole.

It's as if they're clearly telling everyone.

Eastern things don't need to regress to the old days.

It can stand on the busiest street.

You can stand under the English sign.

It can stand side by side with foreign firms, skyscrapers, traffic, and neon lights.

Moreover, we won't lose at all.

The last picture shows Jiang Mian and Lu Ting standing side by side under the lamp.

In the photo, Jiang Mian is wearing a casual silk shirt and wide-leg pants.

Lu Ting stood half a step to her side, his head slightly bowed, helping her adjust the shawl on her shoulders.

Neither of them looked at the camera.

But that sense of ease and intimacy is more touching than any deliberately contrived pose.

Below the photo, there is only one line of small text.

[Eastern aesthetics, showcasing luxury to the world.]