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

Upon hearing this, the ladies clutched their cards even tighter.

It cannot be collected by proxy, cannot be reissued, and cannot be transferred.

Then this thing is no ordinary card.

This is your admission pass for tonight's press conference.

It is also proof that they were among the first witnesses.

Ah Hai was carrying a small stack of spare cards in the back, and he was almost pushed around by the crowd and lost his balance.

"BOSS!"

"I'm being crushed!"

Qian Weimin turned around and glared at him.

"Even if you're squashed, you still have to smile!"

Ah Hai quickly tried to force a smile.

"I'm smiling!"

By the time the last reservation card was handed out, Qian Weimin's white shirt was already mostly soaked with sweat.

But he felt incredibly happy inside.

This is not a card-issuing activity.

This is clearly an attempt to establish the identity of Eastern culture.

It was almost eleven o'clock when the show ended.

The guests gradually left.

In the corridor, you could hear several ladies discussing that when they go to Central tomorrow, they should make a special detour to see the GG brand of Oriental Styles.

"I want to see if that picture of GG on the exterior wall of the Peninsula Hotel is even prettier than what I see on the screen."

Why are you looking at GG?

"Of course, I'm going to see how other people react to GG."

As the ladies talked, they couldn't help but laugh.

At the end of the corridor, near the elevator, Secretary-General Liang stood alone.

He sat in the middle or back row tonight and kept a very low profile, not saying a word the entire time.

But he saw everything.

Leslie's number one jersey.

Jiang Mian's final dress.

The wealthy women were scrambling to grab reservation cards.

There was also Zhou Zhichang's embarrassing questioning, which was effortlessly countered by Jiang Mian.

And Mr. Ho's last words, "If you need anything, just contact me."

Secretary-General Liang stood there, his hands in his suit pockets, his fingertips tracing the edge of the gold appointment card.

He stood in the corridor for almost ten minutes.

Guests came and went around him, and when someone greeted him, he would just nod in response.

Once the crowd thinned out, he turned and walked to the public phone next to the elevator.

He tossed in a coin and dialed Chen Zhaoan's office number.

The phone rang only three times before it was answered.

"Secretary-General Liang?"

Chen Zhaoan's voice carried an barely suppressed urgency.

"What's your decision regarding the complaint letter?"

Secretary-General Liang's tone was very calm.

"I won't sign."

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone for two seconds.

"What did you say?"

"I said that the Chamber of Commerce will not sign this letter for the time being."

Chen Zhaoan's breathing became noticeably heavier.

"Secretary-General Liang, were you intimidated by them at the press conference?"

"Who knows if those so-called test reports are even true..."

"Mr. Chen."

Secretary-General Liang interrupted him directly.

"I saw with my own eyes today that Mr. He spoke up for Qian Weimin in front of everyone present."

There was complete silence on the other end of the phone.

Secretary-General Liang lowered his voice even further.

"Whatever you want to do is your own business."

"But I can't stamp this document from the Chamber of Commerce."

"How you explain this to Miss Shen is your own business."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

In that office building in Central, Chen Zhaoan stood there for a long time, holding a microphone.

There was only a busy tone on the receiver.

The assistant next to him cautiously approached.

"Mr. Chen..."

Chen Zhaoan slammed the microphone back onto the landline.

At first, he tried to comfort himself.

No matter how grand the press conference is, it's nothing more than a show.

No matter how much those wealthy women fawn over her, it's just a fleeting novelty.

But when his gaze fell on the fax paper in the drawer, his fingers slowly froze.

That was an instruction sent by Shen Wanyi.

Complaint letter.

The reporter raised questions.

The Chamber of Commerce is putting pressure on them.

Each point is written clearly.

Now, no one is signing the complaint letter.

It seems there's no point in relying on the reporter I sent.

Chen Zhaoan plopped down in the chair, his back already covered in cold sweat.

He suddenly realized that Shen Wanyi didn't want an explanation.

She would only ask him one question: Why did you fail?

Hillside villa.

It was already very late at night.

Only one floor lamp was on in the living room, casting a warm yellow light.

Jiang Mian changed into a loungewear dress and curled up on the sofa.

She draped her legs over Lu Ting's knees, looking utterly lazy and unwilling to move.

Lu Ting was massaging her shoulders.

His pressure was just right, not too light, not too heavy, pressing precisely on the spot that was most sore from standing for several hours that night.

Jiang Mian closed her eyes and let out a soft, comfortable hum.

"Move a little to the left."

Lu Ting immediately moved his finger half an inch to the left.

Is this the place?

"Um."

Jiang Mian felt so comfortable that she almost melted away.

Just then, the phone rang.

Lu Ting reached out and picked up the microphone, then handed it to her.

Jiang Mian didn't even open her eyes.

"explain."

Qian Weimin's voice came from the other end of the phone. He tried to suppress his excitement, but it was almost overflowing.

"Dr. Jiang!"

"All GG materials are ready!"

"It will be released simultaneously across Hong Kong at 6 AM tomorrow!"

"The exterior of the Peninsula Hotel, Des Voeux Road in Central, Yee Wo Street in Causeway Bay, Nathan Road in Tsim Sha Tsui, and Fisherman's Wharf!"

"Plus the entire bodies of thirty-two double-decker buses!"

"Everything's done!"

Jiang Mian gave a soft "hmm".

"Thanks for your hard work."

Qian Weimin chuckled twice on the other end of the phone.

"It's not hard work at all."

"This is the most enjoyable amount of money I've ever spent in my life!"

"Tomorrow morning, when people on Hong Kong Island open their eyes, they'll see our oriental charm everywhere they go!"

Jiang Mian then opened her eyes, and the corners of her mouth curved into a smile.

"That's good."

"You should go to sleep early."

"Okay, okay, Dr. Jiang, you should get some rest too."

The phone hangs up.

Jiang Mian put the microphone back and leaned closer to Lu Ting again.

Lu Ting looked down at her.

"Are you tired?"

Jiang Mian buried her face in his chest, her voice sounding muffled.

Making money isn't tiring.

Lu Ting couldn't help but chuckle softly.

His hand slid from her shoulder to her back, patting her slowly, one pat at a time.

After a long while, Jiang Mian finally lifted her head from his embrace.

The lazy look on her face lessened slightly.

"husband."

"Um."

"The situation on Hong Kong Island is now stable."

Lu Ting didn't respond, but simply waited quietly for her to continue.

Jiang Mian tilted her head and thought for a moment, her fingers unconsciously fiddling with the buttons on his chest.

"Next, we'll see if Ms. Shen in New York will be frantic after receiving the news."

Lu Ting reached out and took her hand, which was fiddling with her clothes buttons.

"What if she gets angry?"

Jiang Mian pulled her hand away and put it back on his shoulder.

She squinted, her smile carrying a hint of wickedness.

"It would be good if they jumped up and down."

"People are prone to making stupid mistakes when they are in a hurry."

Lu Ting took the opportunity to put his arm around her waist and pull her closer to him.

"If she does something stupid, I'll cover for her."

Jiang Mian smiled, her eyes crinkling.

"OK."

"Then you'd better catch it right away."

After she finished speaking, she yawned slightly and snuggled back into Lu Ting's arms, remaining still.

The floor lamp's glow shone on the two people, casting long shadows.

Meanwhile, in New York, dawn was just breaking.

Outside a high-rise apartment in Manhattan, the morning sun shines through the glass windows.

Shen Wanyi's secretary, carrying a briefcase, strode into the office.

She was clutching a document that had just been faxed from Hong Kong Island tightly in her hand.

The top line of bold text was particularly glaring.

"Oriental Style Press Conference Report".

The secretary paused for a moment at the office door before raising her hand to knock.

Shen Wanyi's cold voice came from inside the door.

"Come in."

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My readers are so kind! Enough said, here's an extra chapter.