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

Jiang Mian held the receiver and listened quietly to the lobby manager's anxious report without even raising an eyebrow.

"Your name is Victor, right? The legal advisor for Huirui's Far East region?"

"Yes, Miss Jiang."

The lobby manager kept his voice down, afraid of offending this distinguished guest who was currently enjoying great popularity in Hong Kong.

"He brought two lawyers in black suits, and they're currently blocking the makeshift information desk in the lobby on the first floor."

He also said that if Oriental Styles refuses to accept the documents...

"Ms. Jiang, you will be solely responsible for all subsequent consequences regarding disputes over agency rights, breach of contract, and claims for damages."

Jiang Mian scoffed after hearing this.

She shifted to a more comfortable position and nestled into Lu Ting's broad chest.

"You don't need to be nervous."

"Just relay my exact words to him."

Jiang Mian spoke very casually, as if she were dismissing a door-to-door salesperson.

"Tell Mr. Victor that we at Oriental Delights are not receiving guests at this time."

"If he wants to talk business, tell him to go outside and turn left, and go talk to Boss Qian himself."

"As for the formal legal documents, have him send them to the address specified in the contract."

"If you want to see me in person, you have to follow the rules of our Eastern culture."

"Let him get a limited-edition reservation card first."

"If they can't get a card, then tell them to go to the roadside and line up properly."

"We, the people of the East, will not make an exception for them."

After saying that, Jiang Mian added into the microphone, "Thank you for your hard work."

He then hung up the phone decisively.

Lu Ting casually put the receiver back in its original position.

He put his arm around Jiang Mian's waist again and asked softly.

"Who upset you?"

"No one in this world can make me unhappy."

Jiang Mian tilted her head back and gently rubbed her face against the man's resolute chin.

"It was someone Hui Rui sent to scout out Hong Kong Island. He probably caught a whiff of it and came over to call out a couple of times."

Upon hearing this, Lu Ting frowned slightly, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes.

"Should I go and talk to Boss Qian?"

"Ignore him."

Jiang Mian reached out and pinched Lu Ting's stiff arm, her eyebrows curving into a smile.

"This only proves one thing."

"That's New York. I bet some people there are so worried they can't even sleep."

At the same time, on the other side of the earth.

Inside the headquarters building of Vale in Midtown Manhattan, New York, a spacious office is brightly lit.

Smith really couldn't sleep right now.

It was still early morning in New York, but his large desk was already littered with more than a dozen urgent documents that had just been faxed from Hong Kong.

In addition to the detailed written report, there were also several slightly blurry black and white photographs.

Although it was just a regular black and white fax, Smith could still see the contents of the photograph clearly.

That's a huge GG that occupies the exterior wall of the Peninsula Hotel on Hong Kong Island.

These are eye-catching posters on office buildings and double-decker buses in Central.

This is also a lively scene captured at the press conference.

The sight of Hong Kong's wealthy tycoons and socialites waving banknotes, queuing to register, and scrambling for reservation cards in the photos made his eyelids twitch.

What Smith found most jarring was one of the close-up photos.

Pierre, a top French gourmet, stood in front of the camera, his face flushed with excitement as he carefully held a porcelain jar containing oriental truffles.

His mouth was wide open, as if he were announcing some world-shaking discovery to the camera.

"Damn it!"

Smith slammed his hand on the desk, making the coffee cup next to him jump.

Brown coffee spilled out, landing directly on the cuff of his expensive shirt.

Sitting opposite him was Davis, the head of legal affairs at Huirui headquarters.

Davis was leaning back in his chair, flipping through a copy of a contract, looking much calmer than Smith.

He didn't even raise his head, and his tone was very indifferent.

"Smith, losing your temper won't solve anything."

"The board wants a profit growth report from the Far East market, not your self-criticism."

"Especially after you messed up the expected profit of ten million US dollars in the first year in Europe and the United States."

Smith tugged hard at his tightly bound tie, his face turning ashen.

"Davis, this was just a routine business compliance pressure exercise!"

"I admit I underestimated her, but she's just a small business owner who started in a county town in Xia State. Who would have thought she'd dare to directly overturn the exclusive agency rights?"

"Standard pressure tactics?"

Upon hearing this, Davis finally raised his head.

He threw the copy of the contract in his hand in front of Smith, and tapped a clause in the appendix twice with his finger.

"You were the one who proactively added the quality review clause to the contract."

"Now, you yourself have issued that review letter requesting the suspension of import registration."

"The other party's response was very professional."

"They directly exploited the loophole in the contract regarding the suspension clause, and thus legitimately terminated our exclusive agency rights."

Davis stared into Smith's eyes, his tone becoming stern.

"Look at how heated things are on Hong Kong Island right now, and look at Mr. Pierre's involvement."

"As long as Jiang Mian nods in agreement, top European restaurants, private clubs, and collectors will immediately bypass us and offer him their prices directly."

"Things will get really complicated by then."

"We will not only lose the expected ten million in profit in the first year, but we may also face huge breach of contract claims from the other party."

"Smith, you've driven yourself into a dead end."

A cold sweat broke out on Smith's back.

He originally thought it was a very simple matter.

All we need to do is find an excuse to hold off on the final payment of those three million dollars.

He thought Jiang Mian would be so frightened, just like Shen Wanyi had said, that her financial chain would completely break down, and she would have no choice but to obediently come and beg for mercy.

Who would have thought that they didn't care about the final payment at all?

They turned around and spent millions of real money in Hong Kong to beat GG.

Even worse, she also recruited Pierre, a guy who wielded considerable influence in the European food distribution industry.

Pierre's backing is not to be underestimated.

Those are the top restaurants and private clubs in all of Europe.

If Oriental Truffles really went down that high-end luxury route, they wouldn't need to care about Hui Rui's attitude anymore.

The more Smith thought about it, the more agitated he became.

He grabbed the phone on the table and dialed Shen Wanyi's number directly.

The phone rang several times before it was finally answered.

Even in the middle of the night, Shen Wanyi's voice still sounded steady, carrying her usual haughty and arrogant tone.

"Mr. Smith, it's still dark in New York."

"You're calling so early, is there some good news to share with me?"