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

Twenty minutes later, in the lobby of the Mid-Levels Hotel.

Victor continued to argue at the information desk, insisting that the manager immediately call Jiang Mian down.

"Sorry, foreign brother."

A cheerful voice came from behind.

Qian Weimin walked over with a pigeon-toed gait, followed by Acheng and Ahai.

Victor turned his head and looked Qian Weimin up and down.

"Who are you?"

Qian Weimin handed over a gold-embossed business card with a very long title printed on it.

"My name is Qian Weimin. I am the Asia-Pacific general distributor and exclusive business representative for Oriental Style."

Qian Weimin looked at him with a smile and asked, "I heard, Mr. Victor, that you insist on seeing our boss?"

Victor's expression softened slightly, feeling that finally someone capable of taking charge had arrived.

"Mr. Qian, there is a clear contractual relationship between Huirui and Zhizhen Yupin."

"Ms. Jiang is now refusing to meet, and we believe this attitude is a very unprofessional business practice."

Victor kept a straight face, trying to use his aura to suppress the seemingly snobbish Hong Kong businessman.

Qian Weimin stood with his hands behind his back, his smile unchanged.

"Mr. Victor, what you're saying is unreasonable."

What does it mean to be unprofessional?

He held up one finger and pointed to the distinguished guests patiently waiting to register in the rest area next door.

"Look over there."

"The one sitting over there is Mrs. Su from Victoria Peak."

"This lady over here is Ms. Chen, who works in ocean shipping."

Qian Weimin deliberately raised his voice, as if afraid that others wouldn't hear him.

"Which of the checks they hold doesn't start at six figures?"

"But if they want to order our Oriental Style haute couture and beauty lotion, they still have to get a reservation card and patiently wait in line here."

Victor's face twitched.

"These are completely different things! We represent the North American market!"

"Same thing."

Qian Weimin interrupted him without any politeness.

"All of our collaborations with Oriental Style must now be conducted according to established procedures."

"If you want to see Doctor Jiang, that's fine."

Qian Weimin stretched out his hand.

"First, submit your written purpose, the authorization document stamped with the headquarters' official seal, and all verifiable qualification reports."

"Once our evaluation team approves it, we will schedule a timetable for you."

Victor stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

"Are you kidding me? We're Huirui!"

Qian Weimin stopped smiling and gently tapped the table.

"Excuse me, sir, this is Hong Kong Island!"

"If you want to cooperate, you have to abide by our rules."

"Trying to cut in line? No way!"

Viktor felt a tightness in his chest from these merciless words.

He turned and looked around, only to find that the wealthy and powerful locals of Hong Kong Island were all looking at him as if he were a clown.

If this continues, I'm afraid I won't be able to explain it to Smith.

Victor gritted his teeth, pulled a business card from his pocket, and slammed it heavily on the table.

"Okay, very good."

"I will report your arrogant attitude to headquarters in New York."

After Victor finished speaking, he turned around and slunk away with his two lawyers.

Qian Weimin stood there, watching the other person's angry back, then turned around and gave Ah Hai a thumbs up.

He was absolutely thrilled.

As evening fell, a cool sea breeze was blowing on the terrace of the hillside villa.

Qian Weimin happily placed the business card on the coffee table.

Jiang Mian nestled in the large rattan chair, reached out and picked up the business card, glancing at it casually.

Lu Ting sat next to her, his large hands currently holding a round orange.

He carefully peeled the orange and picked out each of the white pith.

Then I broke off a piece and fed it to Jiang Mian.

Jiang Mian opened her mouth to catch the orange, chewing it slowly, her cheeks puffing out in a small arc.

"It seems our Mr. Smith still hasn't learned his lesson."

As Jiang Mian spoke, she precisely flicked the business card in her hand into the trash can at her feet.

Qian Weimin was stunned for a moment.

"Dr. Jiang, isn't this just a lawyer who runs errands?"

Jiang Mian pulled out a tissue to wipe her hands, then lazily leaned back in her chair.

"That's the key point."

"If Smith really wants to concede and make peace, then the person he sends should at least be the CEO of the Far East region, or a special envoy from headquarters."

"The fact that he's only brought in some random legal advisor shows that he's still clinging to a sliver of hope."

"He's testing our strength, trying to see if we're just bluffing."

Qian Weimin suddenly realized.

"So we're just going to leave him hanging like this?"

"What's the point of just leaving it to dry?"

Jiang Mian's eyes crinkled, a sly glint in them.

She turned to look at Qian Weimin.

"Boss Qian, what are those Frenchmen doing today?"

When the French are mentioned, Qian Weimin immediately gets excited.

"Pierre has been going crazy these past few days."

"He kept pestering me to talk about the agency rights, and even said that several large conglomerates in Europe have private clubs that are still waiting for his reply."

"The other two editors were also very busy, traveling all over Hong Kong Island and taking many photos of our giant poster, all of which were sent back to France."

"Isn't this perfect?"

Jiang Mian took the warm water that Lu Ting handed her and drank a sip.

"Tomorrow morning, go to a few media outlets and release our Oriental Style's global agency plan."

Jiang Mian began to issue instructions at a leisurely pace.

"You should tell the outside world that the future European and American agency rights for Oriental Style will be subject to a regional evaluation system."

"Completely separate the European and North American markets."

"Everyone should compete fairly, and the most capable should be promoted."

Upon hearing this, Qian Weimin couldn't help but gasp.

He now fully experienced Jiang Mian's methods.

Once this news got out, it was like throwing a piece of raw, bloody flesh into the midst of those greedy foreign merchants.

To secure the European market, Pierre will undoubtedly go to great lengths to cultivate relationships with top-tier distributors, fearing any unforeseen complications.

If Smith in New York sees the huge European pie being snatched away, and even the exclusive rights to North America being re-evaluated, he will be extremely anxious and unable to sit still any longer.

"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"

Qian Weimin was so excited that he kept rubbing his hands together.

"I'll leak the news to those two tabloids that love to spread rumors as soon as I get to work tomorrow morning."

"I guarantee that within half a day, even Smith's desk will be covered with this news."

Lu Ting didn't have a good impression of these foreigners. He handed the warm water to Jiang Mian and muttered a comment in a low voice.

"That's what you call letting them fight like dogs."

Jiang Mian was amused by Lu Ting's straightforward words.

She leaned into the man's broad, muscular chest and poked his hard pectoral muscles with her delicate fingers.

"Honey, we're dealing with a top luxury brand now, so we need to use more polite language."

Jiang Mian smiled like a little fox who had eaten and drunk her fill.

"This isn't dog-eat-dog, it's fair market competition."

Qian Weimin, who was listening nearby, couldn't help but grin.

He thought to himself that the couple was both incredibly ruthless, and he was glad that he had managed to curry favor with them early on at the Canton Fair.

Just then, the wrought iron gate of the hillside villa was pushed open from the outside.

Ah Cheng ran up the stairs to the terrace, panting, his tie askew on his shoulder, and he was holding several sheets of paper covered in writing.

"Boss! Doctor Jiang!"

Ah Cheng was so out of breath from running that he was almost out of breath when he spoke.

"That fake reporter, Zhou Zhichang, finally couldn't hold back anymore and confessed!"

Qian Weimin instantly dropped his smiling expression, and his face darkened.

"What did he confess?"

Ah Cheng, panting heavily, handed the statement sheet with his red handprint to Qian Weimin.

"He confessed that the question draft that Chan Siu-on gave him was the one used to find fault at the press conference, and it was not written by a local from Hong Kong Island at all."

Ah Cheng swallowed hard, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.

"Zhou Zhichang saw the header of that document with his own eyes!"

"That was faxed directly from New York, the United States, to Chen Zhaoan's office!"

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An extra chapter! Wishing all students taking the college entrance exam the best of luck!!!