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

The secretary's hands trembled slightly as she placed the documents on the table.

Shen Wanyi didn't even raise her head.

She was drinking coffee facing the window.

The Manhattan morning sun was bright, shining on the glass and reflecting a dazzling light.

"Just put it there."

Her voice betrayed no emotion.

But the secretary didn't leave.

"Mr. Shen, this fax... is quite urgent."

Shen Wanyi then turned around.

She glanced at her secretary's nervous expression, then her gaze fell on the fax, which consisted of only two pages.

The cover is very simple.

The text above is in bold: Press Conference Report.

She walked over with her coffee cup and picked up the stack of papers.

The first page begins with an overview of the usual activities.

It's nothing more than time, place, and number of attendees.

Shen Wanyi's gaze swept over, her face expressionless.

The second paragraph begins to describe the on-site process.

This includes clothing displays, product introductions, and media reports.

She took a sip of coffee and turned to the next page.

The first line of text on the second page made her pupils shrink slightly.

"Before leaving, Mr. He said to Qian Weimin in person..."

"If Oriental Flavors has any needs regarding distribution channels in Hong Kong Island, they can contact him at any time."

Shen Wanyi's fingers, which were holding the paper, paused almost imperceptibly.

She continued reading.

"Mr. Liang, the secretary-general of the chamber of commerce, attended the entire event that evening."

"After the meeting, someone asked him, and he clearly stated that the Chamber of Commerce would not sign any joint complaint letter against Oriental Style."

With a "clack," she gently placed the coffee cup back on the table.

Shen Wanyi's gaze fell on the section below.

"Our reporter, Zhou Zhichang, was originally scheduled to ask questions during halftime."

"As a result, because the issue lacked factual basis, it was immediately refuted by the brand's test reports, customer files, and sales records."

"The scene was out of control at one point."

"I heard that several wealthy women stood up on the spot to support the brand and even threatened to send a lawyer's letter to Zhou Zhichang's newspaper."

She turned the paper over and found several lines of writing on the back.

"The French food critic Pierre Dupont, after tasting the Oriental truffles, immediately asked Jiang Mian..."

"He said he wanted to become the exclusive distributor of Oriental truffles in France and Europe."

Pierre also said that he would write a cover story for the product with the editors of two other authoritative European magazines.

"As for GG, Qian Weimin announced that it will be launched simultaneously in major commercial areas across Hong Kong Island at 6:00 AM tomorrow."

"The Peninsula Hotel's exterior, Central, Causeway Bay, Tsim Sha Tsui, and the Star Ferry Pier are all prime locations."

"In addition, we also chartered the bodies of thirty-two double-decker buses."

Finally, over one hundred limited-edition reservation cards were distributed at the press conference.

"Those who receive the card will have priority in purchasing their products in the future."

"All cards have a unique serial number, are non-transferable, and cannot be replaced if lost."

Shen Wanyi finally finished reading it.

She stood up.

He slowly walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, his back to his secretary.

The office was quiet.

All that could be heard was the faint sound of the air conditioner blowing air.

Two full minutes passed before she finally spoke.

"Any new updates from David?"

The secretary quickly replied, "Yes."

"David faxed back half an hour ago, saying that the legal department at Huirui's headquarters has officially begun the review and evaluation."

"However, no high-ranking officials in New York have contacted us about this matter."

"In addition, Smith canceled his meeting with you yesterday afternoon."

"The reason given was a conflict in internal compliance meetings."

Shen Wanyi did not speak.

The secretary added another sentence.

"David also said that he inquired around in the industry and found that Pierre has a great influence in the European food scene."

"Especially in the circles of private collectors and top restaurant clubs."

"If Oriental Truffles has really been endorsed by him, then the European channels we previously tried to open through Huirui will basically be useless."

Shen Wanyi turned around.

Where is Chen Zhaoan?

The secretary looked down and flipped through her notebook.

"Mr. Chen called at 11 p.m. last night and said that the Chamber of Commerce is no longer cooperating at all."

"Secretary-General Liang called him back early this morning, saying that Mr. He had already spoken and that the Chamber of Commerce would not go to risk trouble at this time."

Where is Zhou Zhichang?

"Mr. Chen said that Zhou Zhichang was detained by Qian Weimin's men in a private garage in Repulse Bay."

"They found three fake press cards from different newspapers in Zhou Zhichang's bag."

"There's also a question draft that you previously instructed me to prepare..."

"The manuscript bears Chen Zhaoan's autograph."

Shen Wanyi tapped her fingers lightly twice on the window frame.

"What did he say?"

Mr. Chen said he would handle it cleanly and guarantee that no clues would be left to trace back to you.

Shen Wanyi didn't ask any more questions.

She walked back to her desk.

I picked up the fax again and read it through once more.

This time, she read very slowly.

She paused for several seconds over each line of text.

After reading it, she put the paper down and picked up the phone.

"Please pick up David for me."

The phone rang three times before it connected.

"Mr. Shen," David's voice sounded very cautious.

Have you seen the battle report?

"I've seen it."

What do you think?

David paused for a moment before speaking, "I think our previous judgment might have been... slightly off."

Shen Wanyi remained silent.

David had no choice but to continue, "Qian Weimin didn't accept checks at the last party, so we all thought he was out of stock."

"Now it seems more like he's deliberately keeping everyone in suspense."

"The rich and wealthy women in Hong Kong Island only realize how rare something is when they can't buy it."

"So, we were waiting for her funding to dry up, but it turns out she wasn't short of money at all?"

David's tone became more cautious. "Yes."

"Moreover, judging from the scale of this press conference and the amount of money GG is spending, Jiang Mian should have a very good cash flow."

"The GG fee alone would cost at least several million Hong Kong dollars."

Shen Wanyi didn't say anything, hung up the phone directly, and then picked it up again.

"Pick up Chen Zhaoan."

The phone rang for a long time before someone finally answered.

Chen Zhaoan's voice was somewhat hoarse.

"Miss Shen."

"I heard that Secretary-General Liang refused to sign it."

"Yes."

Chen Zhaoan paused, his voice tinged with exhaustion.

"He called me last night and said that Mr. He had spoken up and that the Chamber of Commerce would not offend anyone at this time."

"What about Zhou Zhichang?"

"They were detained by Qian Weimin's men."

Chen Zhaoan's tone was stiff.

"They found a fake press pass and the question draft in his bag, and the draft had my name on it."