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

Smith gritted his teeth and vented all his anger.

"Miss Shen, your supposedly foolproof plan has now turned into a disaster!"

"Didn't you see the battle reports coming back from Hong Kong Island?"

"Not only did Jiang Mian not run out of funds, but she also managed to keep the entire Hong Kong high society firmly under her control!"

"And that Frenchman named Pierre, he's been pestering Jiang Mian right now, demanding the exclusive European distribution rights!"

There was a brief two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

Then, Shen Wanyi's voice slowly drifted over, her tone revealing a cold indifference as if it were none of her business.

"Mr. Smith, fluctuations in the market are normal."

"The popularity of Hong Kong Island has indeed exceeded expectations, but the hype will eventually cool down."

"As long as we still control the entry barriers, Jiang Mian will not be able to easily open up the North American market."

"We can use industry rules to deal with her, or we can drag out her compliance review for a year or two and slowly wear down her patience."

Smith was so angry he almost laughed when he heard this.

"Miss Shen, do you think I'm as easy to fool as a fool?"

"The Hong Kong Island Chamber of Commerce has made it clear that they will refuse to cooperate with you."

"The reporter you sent to cause trouble was caught red-handed."

"Now you still expect me to use the rules to stall for time?"

Smith could no longer hold back and growled into the microphone.

"If I really drag this out for a year or two, Jiang Mian will simply stop selling to the North American market!"

"She could just dump all the goods on Pierre to sell in Europe, and he'd still be making a fortune!"

"But what about me?"

"How am I supposed to fill the 10 million dollar profit hole every year?"

Shen Wanyi's tone finally turned gloomy, and her words carried a hint of warning.

"Smith, you need to understand one thing."

"The rules always side with those who understand them."

"As long as you stay calm, her background, channels, and compliance shortcomings will eventually be exposed."

"Shit! Shut up!"

Smith interrupted Shen Wanyi without any politeness.

He now understands it completely.

This aloof and arrogant eldest daughter of the Shen family is full of scheming.

What she wanted was not a win-win situation where profits doubled.

She simply wanted to use Hui Rui to suppress a Xia woman who had made her lose face.

What she wanted was the inviolable face of the Shen family, and absolute control over the recipe.

What Hui Rui wants is real, huge profits.

Their interests were never aligned from the beginning.

Finally realizing this, Smith couldn't help but curse under his breath, "Shit! Those cunning Chinese women! I've been made a fool of!"

"Miss Shen, I think our alliance can end here."

"Now I have to clean up the mess you left behind."

After saying this, Smith hung up the phone without hesitation.

He shoved the receiver aside and then turned to look at the male secretary who had been standing next to him.

The secretary was so frightened that she didn't dare to breathe.

"How's it going with the contact I asked you to make with Victor on Hong Kong Island?"

Smith can only pin his hopes on Victor now.

Victor is Hui Rui's long-term external legal advisor in Hong Kong Island. He can relay messages and also leave room for maneuver for the headquarters.

Smith sent him there so that he could act as an informal representative and probe Jiang Mian's bottom line first.

The headquarters' legal department has already laid the word "stop the loss" in front of him. As long as Jiang Mian is still willing to continue sitting at the negotiating table, Hui Rui must be prepared to back down.

They could settle the remaining three million yuan immediately, and even give Jiang Mian a little more of their sales commission.

Doing this is better than being completely kicked out.

At least I can still make money.

The male secretary nervously swallowed, his face looking extremely pale.

"Mr. Smith, Victor just called."

"Did he see Jiang Mian?"

Smith pressed on eagerly, his hands gripping the large desk surface tightly.

"What did she say?"

"Did she add any new conditions?"

The male secretary shook his head weakly, his voice trembling, and he didn't even dare to look Smith in the eye.

"Victor went to the Peninsula Hotel with two assistant lawyers."

"He pressured the other party on behalf of the company, demanding an emergency meeting with the top executive of Oriental Style."

Smith frowned.

"and then?"

"Is she willing to meet?"

The male secretary swallowed hard again and stammered as he spoke.

"Ms. Jiang didn't even show her face."

"She simply had the hotel lobby manager pass on a message."

She said that legal documents should be served at the address on the contract.

"As for meeting her in person, we have to follow the rules of Dongfang Fengwu and get a limited reservation card first."

The male secretary's voice grew softer and softer.

She also said that if you can't get a card, you should go and queue up on the side of the road.

"Dongfang Fengwu doesn't lack customers, and it certainly doesn't lack Huirui."

……

At this moment, Qian Weimin was busy in his office with the next steps of distributing goods.

Ah Hai suddenly pushed the door open and rushed in, "Boss! Something's happened!"

"What's wrong?"

"A lawyer from Huirui is causing trouble at the hotel, insisting that there is a contract with us and that he won't leave until he sees the person in charge today."

Upon hearing the name Hui Rui, Qian Weimin's anger flared up instantly.

"You bastard!"

Qian Weimin slammed his fist on the table.

"They acted like big shots when they withheld millions in our final payment, and now they're panicking?"

"Start the car right now, I'll go over and chase them out with a broom!"

Qian Weimin rolled up his sleeves and rushed out.

But just as he reached the elevator, he suddenly stopped.

Suddenly, the instructions Dr. Jiang had given him on the phone flashed through his mind.

"In the luxury goods industry, simply knowing how to sell the goods is the most basic approach."

"Only when the rules are firmly established can money be earned securely."

Qian Weimin stroked his chin and rolled up his sleeves again.

He is now the Asia-Pacific general agent for the hottest luxury brand in Hong Kong.

If you go to the lobby and start arguing with people like a thug, wouldn't that just make you look bad?

Qian Weimin returned to his office and made a direct call to the hillside villa.

After the call connected, Jiang Mian seemed to be flipping through a newspaper, and the sound of rustling paper could be heard.

Qian Weimin quickly gave a brief report on the situation.

"Dr. Jiang, that guy named Victor is causing a scene in the lobby, saying he's going to sue us for breach of contract."

Qian Weimin's tone carried a hint of seeking instructions.

"Should I just have security throw them out?"

"What are you throwing?"

Jiang Mian chuckled softly on the other end of the phone, her voice sounding quite relaxed.

"When you open your door to do business, you should strive for harmony to make money."

"Boss Qian, you're now the face of Oriental Style, you need to keep a respectable air about you."

Qian Weimin subconsciously smoothed his slicked-back hair, grinning widely, "Ah...hahaha!"

"Dr. Jiang is right. What should I do now?"

Jiang Mian's voice came through the receiver, "Go to the hotel yourself and greet them with a smile."

"Just tell him that after the Oriental Style press conference, all appointments are fully booked, and all business meetings need to follow strict procedures."

"Make him submit a written statement of purpose, formal authorization documents, and verifiable contact information."

"Just tell them that once all the materials are submitted, we will arrange for someone to conduct an evaluation."

Qian Weimin's eyes gradually lit up as he listened.

"What if he gets angry?"

"Then you should teach him our rules."

Jiang Mian's tone carried a hint of mischief.

"Tell him to take a good look at those wealthy ladies in the hotel lobby."

"The Justices of the Peace on Hong Kong Island, and those wives with assets exceeding 100 million, have to queue up for a card. Why should they, who spend lavishly, have special privileges?"

After hanging up the phone, Qian Weimin felt completely relieved.

He straightened his flashy floral shirt in front of the mirror, touched the big gold watch on his wrist, and drove the Rolls-Royce straight to the Peninsula Hotel.