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

Lu Ting reached out and picked up the receiver, but before he could speak, Qian Weimin's shout came from the other end of the line.

"Brother Lu, has Doctor Jiang woken up yet?"

"I'm going crazy!"

Qian Weimin had a loud voice, and the phone was filled with ringing and shouts from Ahai dealing with customers.

Jiang Mian leaned back, startled by the noise, and rubbed her ears.

"Boss Qian, get to the point."

Upon hearing Jiang Mian's voice, Qian Weimin stopped breathing and spoke rapidly.

"Dr. Jiang, you're finally awake!"

"You have no idea! Our Peninsula Hotel's temporary information desk is practically bursting at the seams with all those ladies!"

"The phone has been ringing since 7 a.m., and the register is already three full."

"There was also a wife who had her driver block the entrance and immediately asked if she could pay extra to cut in line."

As he said this, his voice rose even higher.

"What's even more outrageous is that people are already asking about the reservation card numbers from last night!"

"Someone wants to buy the card from someone else!"

Jiang Mian raised an eyebrow; this was somewhat unexpected.

It seems that there are still far more wealthy people on Hong Kong Island than one might imagine at this time.

Ah Hai's voice came from the other end of the phone again.

"Boss, the purchase intentions for the Golden Thread Beauty Elixir and Oriental Truffles have completely exploded!"

Qian Weimin quickly handed the microphone in his hand to Ahai.

Ahai reported the situation to Jiang Mian in an urgent tone.

"Dr. Jiang, all those customers who were still hesitant after reading the newspaper yesterday have come to ask us for goods today."

"They said that if we dare to lay out GG so extensively, it must be made of the real thing, and definitely not what was written in the newspapers before."

Qian Weimin snatched the microphone back.

"Dr. Jiang, should we take advantage of this momentum and quickly collect the deposit?"

"This is all real gold and silver!"

Jiang Mian didn't answer immediately.

She adjusted her posture and casually placed her legs on Lu Ting's knees.

Lu Ting immediately grasped her calf and gently massaged her sore muscles.

Jiang Mian squinted comfortably.

"No, we won't accept it."

The other end of the phone went silent for a moment, as if the noisy background noise was drowned out by those two words.

Qian Weimin stammered, "You...you won't accept it?"

"Dr. Jiang, that's all money!"

Jiang Mian spoke calmly and clearly.

"Dongfang Fengwu has worked hard to establish its brand. If you accept all comers now, the threshold we just built will collapse on the spot."

Qian Weimin was somewhat bewildered.

"So what shall we watch?"

"It depends on the person." Jiang Mian took the warm water Lu Ting handed her and took a sip slowly.

"We need to consider their identity, the places they frequent, whether they can bring value to our brand, and whether they truly understand how to protect our brand."

Jiang Mian patiently offered her guidance, while gently patting Lu Ting's hand to signal him to switch to the other leg and continue massaging.

"You need to immediately produce a list of the first batch of VIP customers."

"Mrs. He and Mrs. Su, who took the initiative to speak up for us at last night's press conference, must be ranked first."

"These people have helped us, so they have their own resources and social circles."

"We want them to be the first to wear custom-made oriental gowns and the first to use the premium gold thread beauty serum."

"Doing this is giving them face."

Qian Weimin's mind has always been quick, and his shrewdness as a businessman emerged almost instantly.

"I understand!"

He slapped his thigh excitedly.

"Once they take their first batch of top-quality goods to social events, the other wives will only be able to look on with envy!"

"Aren't they our living, breathing advertisements?"

You're absolutely right.

Jiang Mian was satisfied with Qian Weimin's comprehension and continued speaking.

"As for those who just want to throw money around and show off, and those who want to bargain with us, push them all to the second or third round."

"Just tell them clearly that our quota is very limited, and the manual scheduling is already full."

"If you want to buy it, just wait patiently."

Qian Weimin nodded repeatedly on the other end of the line, but his tone still revealed an undisguised heartache.

"I understand what you're saying, but why do I still feel so unhappy?"

"I watched the money slip away right before my eyes."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Mian smiled, her eyes crinkling.

"Boss Qian, in the luxury goods industry, just knowing how to sell the goods is the most basic way to play the game."

"You want those who bought the goods to put on airs and carry our sedan chairs."

"You also want those who didn't get the goods to be so anxious that they jump up and down and spread the word for us everywhere."

"Only by utilizing the strengths of both groups can we truly elevate the Oriental Style brand to new heights."

Qian Weimin gasped sharply on the other end of the phone.

Doctor Jiang's methods of manipulating people's hearts are a hundred times more sophisticated than simply asking for money.

But his inherent businessman nature still made him mutter a sentence.

"Then we'll have to collect significantly less in deposits..."

Lu Ting looked up and said calmly into the receiver.

"I'll listen to Mianmian."

The man's voice was deep and powerful, leaving no room for negotiation.

Qian Weimin on the other end of the phone was instantly jolted awake, and the slight pang of heartache vanished in an instant.

"Listen! You must listen!"

"Brother Lu, rest assured, I, Qian Weimin, am the most loyal and lucky charm by Doctor Jiang's side!"

"I'll immediately start screening the client list to make sure our brand has the best possible presence!"

The call was finally disconnected.

Jiang Mian lowered her head, took a sip of water, handed the glass back to Lu Ting, and leaned against the man's broad, sturdy shoulder.

"Boss Qian can be quite generous at times, but he can also be incredibly stingy."

Lu Ting took the water glass and placed it down steadily. He then wrapped his large hand around her slender waist and gently pulled her closer to him.

"He only cares about money, but you care about rules."

"Only by thoroughly establishing the rules can you truly earn money securely."

Jiang Mian happily tilted her head back and leaned over to kiss the man on the cheek.

"My husband is so smart!"

Lu Ting's Adam's apple bobbed.

He had just lowered his head, trying to get the kiss back, when the landline next to him started ringing shrilly again.

Lu Ting frowned instantly. He grabbed the receiver, his voice slightly annoyed at being interrupted.

"Hello, who is this?"

The voice on the other end of the phone wasn't Qian Weimin's loud and boisterous voice, but a slightly anxious unfamiliar woman's voice.

"Excuse me, is this Ms. Jiang's residence?"

"I am the lobby manager of the Peninsula Hotel."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Mian straightened up and took the receiver from Lu Ting's hand.

"I am Jiang Mian."

The lobby manager seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, then quickly lowered his voice.

"Ms. Jiang, I'm so sorry to bother you."

"A foreigner suddenly came to our information desk on the first floor."

He was also accompanied by two lawyers in black suits.

The languid look in Jiang Mian's eyes faded.

"Go on."

"The man claimed to be an advisor for Huirui's Far East region and said his name was Victor."

"The other party is now taking a very tough stance, saying that there is an urgent legal document that must be handed to you in person."

"He also strongly demanded to meet with the top person in charge of Oriental Style immediately."