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

Shen Wanyi did not speak.

Chen Zhaoan quickly added, "I will handle it cleanly and make sure it won't implicate you."

Do you think this mess can be cleaned up properly?

Chen Zhaoan was immediately speechless.

Shen Wanyi didn't give him any way out.

"Don't touch anything on Hong Kong Island."

"Since Secretary-General Liang refuses to sign, it means he has already seen through the wind."

"If you go to him again, it will only make the Chamber of Commerce more resentful."

"That……"

"I will rearrange it."

After saying that, Shen Wanyi hung up the phone.

The office fell silent instantly.

The secretary stood to the side, not daring to breathe.

Shen Wanyi walked to her desk, sat down, folded the fax, and put it in the drawer.

She opened another drawer and took out a small amber glass bottle.

The bottle was bare, without any labels, except for a handwritten number.

This is the Golden Thread Beauty Essence that she asked someone to buy back from Hong Kong Island at a high price.

One bottle costs HK$140,000.

When she first heard the price, she thought it was just a scam involving money and money that the wealthy in Hong Kong were playing.

But after using it for a month, she discovered that it was truly effective.

It's not the kind of psychological comfort.

Rather, it's visible to the naked eye that my skin condition is truly improving day by day.

She stared at the small bottle for a while.

All three roads are now blocked.

The Chamber of Commerce refused to come forward.

The reporter was immediately proven wrong.

Even Smith from Hui Rui's side has started to avoid suspicion.

What's worse, now even the Frenchman Pierre has jumped out to try and snatch the agency rights.

According to Shen Wanyi's original plan, as long as Hui Rui held onto the final payment, Jiang Mian's financial chain would be cut off.

If Qian Weimin can't sell his goods in Hong Kong, the whole situation will collapse completely within three days.

At that time, she will intervene again in the guise of a "savior" and propose a foreign investment cooperation plan.

Ultimately, this forced Jiang Mian to relinquish the right to register the formula and the right to distribute it globally.

But now?

Jiang Mian not only didn't collapse, but actually made sure she had a firm foothold on Hong Kong Island.

He Sheng spoke up.

The Chamber of Commerce backed down.

Even the European culinary scene has its eyes on this lucrative opportunity.

Shen Wanyi leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes.

She went through the whole story in her mind again.

She had Hui Rui initiate a review to hold back the final payment, thinking this was a decisive move.

She saw Qian Weimin refuse to accept the checks at the party and assumed it was because he had nothing to sell and was feeling guilty.

She arranged for Hong Kong media to give extensive coverage to the "poisonous water" costing HK$140,000 per bottle, believing that this was the last straw that broke Jiang Mian's back.

But actually?

Hui Rui's appeal was easily countered by Jiang Mian using contract terms.

Qian Weimin's refusal to accept the checks is essentially a form of scarcity marketing.

The negative media reports, ironically, became free publicity, making the entire Hong Kong Island aware of just how precious "Oriental delicacies" truly are.

She mistakenly took someone else's carefully designed smoke bomb as a signal that the other party had no other choice.

Shen Wanyi opened her eyes.

The secretary remained standing there respectfully.

"Check Jiang Mian's production qualifications, export licenses, and business registration information for all the companies under her name in mainland China."

The secretary immediately nodded and made a note of it.

"Also, let's get in touch with our connections at the FDA."

"Ask around and see how long the whole process takes if someone files a complaint as a consumer."

The secretary paused, her pen still holding the paper, and asked hesitantly, "Mr. Shen, do you mean...?"

Shen Wanyi did not respond.

She stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

The New York morning sun was very bright, shining so brightly on the glass that it was almost dazzling.

It now appears that all conventional methods have failed.

On Hong Kong Island, He Sheng spoke up, the Chamber of Commerce had already backed down, and Qian Weimin remained as steady as an iron plate.

In Europe, Pierre suddenly jumped out and snatched the agency rights, so even if Hui Rui wanted to continue blocking it, it was no use.

She only had one card left in her hand.

That is foreign investment cooperation.

She could change her identity and get involved as an overseas investor.

Then they proposed a joint development plan, forcing Jiangmian to hand over the formula registration rights and global distribution rights.

However, for this card to be played, Jiang Mian must have a weakness.

Whether it's funding chains, supply chains, compliance issues, or channel dependence.

She was confident that she could pry open any link in the chain if it developed even a single crack.

But the problem right now is that she can't even find a crack.

Shen Wanyi glanced down at the small amber bottle on the table.

She suddenly remembered something.

When she asked someone to buy this beauty serum from Hong Kong Island, the person said that the product was in short supply.

It was also said that the goods in Qian Weimin's possession had already been pre-ordered by various parties.

She dismissed it as a common marketing tactic used by businessmen and didn't take it seriously.

But now it seems that this may very well be true.

Shen Wanyi remained silent for a long time before picking up the phone again.

……

Hong Kong Island.

That night, Qian Weimin, who was on Hong Kong Island, barely slept.

He woke up at four in the morning.

Qian Weimin sat on the sofa in the living room, holding the stack of GG schedules in his hand, looking at them over and over again no less than ten times.

Ah Hai, who was yawning next to him, was woken up by a slap.

"Wake up! Time to get to work!"

Ah Hai rubbed his sleepy eyes, looking completely bewildered.

Qian Weimin had already stood up, grabbed his car keys, and walked out.

"Come on, let's go on a patrol."

"Patrol...patrol what streets?"

"Look at the picture on our GG!" Qian Weimin's eyes lit up.

"It'll be showing at six o'clock simultaneously; I have to see it with my own eyes!"

At 5:50, Qian Weimin's car came to a smooth stop on Des Voeux Road in Central.

The sky was just beginning to lighten, and there were very few pedestrians on the street.

He got out of the car, raised his head, and craned his neck to look at the entire exterior wall.

The workers are making final adjustments.

On the huge banner, Jiang Mian stands on the ancient stone-paved street, turning her head slightly to the side, her modified cheongsam perfectly tailored at the waist.

Beside her was a bustling street scene lined with foreign trading companies.

Although the neon signs weren't fully lit yet, the unique tension created by the collision of Eastern tailoring and Westernized streetscape could be felt from a distance.

Six o'clock sharp.

All the light boxes lit up at the same instant.

As Qian Weimin watched the poster come to life in the morning light, his throat suddenly felt tight.

He turned around and boasted to Ah Hai, "See that? This is the smell of money."

Ahai shivered, unsure whether he was sleepy or too excited.

The car continued driving forward.

Yee Wo Street in Causeway Bay, Nathan Road in Tsim Sha Tsui, and the Star Ferry Pier.

Whether it's a prime location where every inch of land is precious or a bustling market dock, it has now become the main stage for Oriental Flavors.

In the posters, Jiang Mian is sometimes standing, sometimes sitting, sometimes alone and aloof, and sometimes standing side by side with Lu Ting.

The last picture is always that heartwarming group photo under the lights, with only a short caption below.

[Eastern aesthetics, showcasing luxury to the world.]

Qian Weimin deliberately drove very slowly, almost idling forward.

As the bus passed Nathan Road in Tsim Sha Tsui, a student in school uniform was standing under the bus stop sign, looking up at the poster of Jiang Mian on the double-decker bus.

The bus slowly drove forward, and the student's neck turned little by little along with it until the rear of the bus completely disappeared around the street corner.

Qian Weimin couldn't hold back any longer and rolled down the car window to shout out.

"Handsome! Isn't it good-looking?"

The student was startled, turned around and saw a head sticking out of the car, and nodded blankly.

"This is our Eastern specialty!" Qian Weimin grinned, his voice loud enough to be heard throughout the street. "It'll be on TV tomorrow!"

Before the other person could react, he stepped on the gas and drove off.

Today, Ahai is sitting in the passenger seat, and he is currently covering his face.

"Boss, you're a multi-millionaire, can't you be a little more composed...?"

"Steady my ass!" Qian Weimin slapped the steering wheel and whistled smugly.

"Today, I'm going to let everyone on Hong Kong Island know that I am Chin Wai-man, and I am the founder of Oriental Style!"

Meanwhile, in every corner of Hong Kong Island.

The villa area of ​​Repulse Bay.

As Mrs. He was getting ready to leave in the morning, the driver's car had just driven out of the garage when she caught a glimpse of the poster on the street corner lightbox.

She asked the driver to stop the car, then rolled down the window and took a few more glances.

"This shooting angle is really well chosen," she murmured to herself.

The driver also peeked out.

"Madam, isn't this the brand we saw at last night's press conference?"

"Hmm." Mrs. He withdrew her gaze, a slight smile curving her lips.

"I never expected that they could spread out so much overnight."

The car slowly started moving again.

Mrs. He took the reservation card out of her handbag and gently ran her fingertip over the gold-embossed number on it.

As she drove to the intersection ahead and waited for the red light, she saw a double-decker bus next to her with a GG logo on its body.

Jiang Mian, wearing a silk shirt and wide-leg pants, stood outside a foreign company building, one hand in her pocket and sunglasses in the other.

That air of composure and ease seemed to emanate even through the car window.

Mrs. He instructed the driver, "Make a call later and invite Miss along. Tell her we're going to the Peninsula for afternoon tea today."

"Yes, madam."