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

There was a moment of silence in the audience after those words were spoken.

There was no further explanation at the scene.

But when those words appeared on the screen, it was as if they instantly branded everything tonight with a luxurious label.

At this moment, the brand name "Oriental Style" was truly established.

What it aims to set is a threshold that belongs to Eastern luxury goods themselves.

Miss He was the first to lose her temper.

"This one is so beautiful."

Several young women nearby also gasped in surprise in hushed tones.

"If it's hung on the street tomorrow, a lot of people will definitely stop and look at it."

"I think the cheongsam dress is the most captivating."

"I like the silk shirt set. It looks expensive, but it's not the kind of expensiveness that's forced or artificial."

"Yes, it's not that she's artificially expensive; it's that you can tell at a glance that she was born to stand there."

Mrs. He stared at the screen for several seconds, then turned to look at Qian Weimin.

"Mr. Qian, these photos..."

Qian Weimin immediately chimed in, beaming with pride.

"Mrs. Ho, you guessed right."

"These promotional posters will be put on display simultaneously across Hong Kong at six o'clock tomorrow morning."

"Like the exterior of the Peninsula Hotel, Des Voeux Road in Central, Yee Wo Street in Causeway Bay, Nathan Road in Tsim Sha Tsui, and the light boxes near the Star Ferry Pier."

"In addition, I also booked the entire bodies of all 32 double-decker buses in Hong Kong."

As he said this, he puffed out his chest.

"Tomorrow morning, anyone who walks on the streets of Hong Kong Island with their eyes open will see our Oriental charm."

The audience erupted in uproar.

Several businessmen exchanged glances, and one of them paused for a moment in his drink.

Everyone present knew perfectly well what these positions meant.

Those are the most expensive and prominent prime locations on Hong Kong Island.

In the past, only those big foreign companies dared to spend so much money.

A newly emerging mainland brand dares to launch such a large-scale advertising campaign right from the start.

Jiang Mian saw everyone's reaction, but she didn't explain anything.

She just smiled and put the microphone back on the stand.

"That concludes our presentation for tonight. We at Oriental Style have now shown you everything we wanted to share."

"The rest, let the whole of Hong Kong Island give us the answer tomorrow."

After she finished speaking, she nodded slightly, turned around, and stepped off the stage.

But the guests in the audience did not disperse immediately.

On the contrary, because of those few pictures of GG (Girls' Love), the discussion became quieter and more heated.

Miss He was still looking up at the curtain.

A young woman in a white dress next to her whispered, "I'm planning to go to Central tomorrow morning."

Miss He turned her head to look at her.

"Want to go see GG?"

The girl in the white dress smiled.

"Go see other people's GG."

Miss He was taken aback for a moment, then laughed along with her.

These women have been accustomed to fine things since childhood—jewelry, watches, haute couture gowns, European antiques—they have no shortage of any of them.

But what's truly valuable is never just a price tag.

It also needs to be so that outsiders can recognize it at a glance; only then can it be considered to have a full display of prestige.

It's different now.

If tomorrow, the most conspicuous places on the entire Hong Kong Island will be adorned with the GG logo of Oriental Style.

Passersby, drivers, servants, waiters in tea restaurants, and office workers will all recognize this brand.

At that time, they will put on their oriental gowns and take out their golden thread beauty serum.

Anyone nearby could recognize what it was at a glance.

They'll also know that this thing is very expensive.

They will also realize that this is not something that everyone can have.

Miss He looked down at the small bag in her hand.

She suddenly realized that if she could get a reservation slot tonight, it would be much more prestigious than buying a limited-edition handbag.

On the other side, Mrs. He also slowly put down her teacup.

Su Tai said in a low voice, "Miss Jiang, you've really laid a very ruthless foundation with this move."

Mrs. He looked at the words on the screen and slowly smiled.

"That's a bit ruthless."

"But it's precisely because it's ruthless that this brand has been able to stand the test of time."

A young man next to him leaned back in his chair and gently swirled the wine glass in his hand.

"The brilliance of this strategy lies not in its high asking prices."

"Anyone can say it's expensive."

"What's impressive is that she first established the style and sophistication of a luxury brand."

"The products haven't even officially gone on sale yet, and the barriers to entry have already been erected."

After he finished speaking, he shook his head and smiled.

"Those big foreign firms are showing this small group of people what good things Europe has to offer."

"But this time, Oriental Flavors is meant to tell the whole of Hong Kong that our own Oriental products can be this expensive."

After he said that, the people around him fell silent for a moment.

He Sheng held the teacup, then slowly put it down.

He turned and glanced at Huang Sheng.

Neither of them spoke, but they both understood completely.

This Ms. Jiang, what she's selling on stage isn't even merchandise.

What she's selling is clearly a circle that ordinary people would kill to get into.

The louder the GG is smashed, the higher the threshold for this circle naturally becomes.

He Sheng said in a low voice.

"clever."

Huang Sheng nodded slowly.

"The younger generation is truly formidable."

Upon hearing these words, Qian Weimin almost couldn't control the corners of his mouth from turning up in a smile.

He finally understood why Doctor Jiang said that luxury goods videos weren't just for rich people.

When wealthy people buy things, they don't necessarily want them to be quietly expensive.

What they want is for the whole world to know that this thing is very expensive.

"Boss Qian."

He Sheng suddenly spoke.

Qian Weimin immediately went over.

"He Sheng."

He Sheng didn't waste any words, only casually uttering a single sentence.

"Once the brand is established, if you have any needs in the distribution channels, feel free to contact me."

Qian Weimin was stunned for a full two seconds.

He knew all too well what He Sheng's words meant.

This is tantamount to the most influential person in Hong Kong's business community personally handing Oriental Style a protective charm in front of a room full of guests.

His throat bobbed, and he quickly suppressed the surging emotions in his heart.

"Thank you, Mr. He."

Mr. He waved his hand and got up to go get Mrs. He.

Qian Weimin was still standing there, his palms sweaty.

Before he could even process this good news, May had already led her staff to each table.

The staff member carried a tray covered with indigo velvet.

On the tray, a neat stack of small cards with gold-rimmed edges was arranged.

The front of the card only has the four characters "Oriental Scenery" printed on it.

The back is stamped with a unique serial number.

Each guest was solemnly presented with a card.

Qian Weimin spoke up to explain at the opportune moment.

"Everyone, this is a limited-edition reservation card for our Oriental Style."

"Customers holding this card will have priority in purchasing subsequent products when they are launched."

He emphasized the word "priority" very much.

"We will open reservations for Golden Thread Nourishing Dew and Oriental Truffle according to the quota for Hong Kong Island."

"The Oriental Fashion series will have separate measurement and selection services arranged."

"However, I must remind you that this card is not a shopping voucher."

"Even with this card, it still depends on the specific quota."

"If all the spots are filled, then we'll just have to wait for the next round."

As soon as he finished speaking, several hands reached out almost simultaneously.

"Mr. Qian, my husband isn't here tonight, could you please reserve one for him too?"

"Can each person only receive one?"

"Can I choose this number?"

Qian Weimin was almost completely surrounded by enthusiastic guests.

He retreated repeatedly, his smile almost fading.

"Everyone, everyone, please don't panic, please don't panic."

"Every guest who attends will receive a card; we guarantee that no one will be left out."

"However, this card cannot be collected by someone else, cannot be reissued, and cannot be transferred."