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

Qian Weimin snatched the paper away and quickly flipped through it.

"Did that kid confess everything?"

Ah Cheng nodded repeatedly, and only spoke after catching his breath.

"Clean and tidy"

"At first he was stubborn, but then we just pulled down the roller shutter door in that private garage in Repulse Bay."

At this point, Acheng glanced at Jiang Mian and carefully added a sentence.

"But don't worry, Boss, we didn't lift a finger the whole time."

"The lawyer we hired directly slapped three fake press cards from different newspapers onto the hood of the car."

"Zhou Zhichang initially denied it, insisting that he was an undercover reporter and that the fake certificate was only to protect his identity."

Acheng sneered.

"Our lawyer went over the accounts with him on the spot, point by point."

"Impersonating a journalist, commercial fraud, malicious disruption of the press conference, plus potential damage to business reputation."

"The estimated claim amount has reached HK$20 million."

"The lawyer clearly told him that if this case went to the police station, he would spend the rest of his life in Stanley Prison and be burdened with debt for the rest of his life."

"The kid turned green after hearing that, and in less than ten minutes he confessed about Chen Zhao'an."

Qian Weimin flipped through the confession in his hand, his face twitching as he read it.

The more he looked at it, the angrier he became.

"That bastard Chen Zhaoan gave Zhou Zhichang a deposit of HK$50,000."

"I promised to give you another 150,000 if we receive a letter of concern from the regulatory authorities afterward."

"They even wrote out which round of questions to ask and which sentence to use to prompt reporters to follow up."

Qian Weimin was so angry that he shook the paper so hard it rattled.

"They're here to ruin our reputation!"

Ah Cheng took another step forward, "There's something even more important."

He pulled out one of the last statements.

"Zhou Zhichang said that when he went to Chen Zhaoan's office to get the question draft, he saw Chen Zhaoan cutting paper."

"The wording in those articles was very professional; it's not like what Hong Kong paparazzi reporters would write."

"Chen Zhaoan cut off the fax header from every page, but the last page was cut crooked."

Acheng pointed to the line of record on the paper.

"Zhou Zhichang saw the long-distance area code; it was a fax number from New York, the United States."

Now the evidence is completely closed.

All these things together are enough to connect Chen Zhaoan with the New York area.

Qian Weimin suddenly turned around and paced back and forth on the terrace twice.

"Too arrogant!"

"Do they really think our Eastern culture is something easy to bully?"

He rolled up the sleeves of his floral shirt, his anger barely contained.

"Dr. Jiang, I'll make the arrangements right away."

"I'll first find a few of the most sensational newspapers and expose this whole thing."

"Then have the lawyer submit the materials to the police station."

"That bastard Chen Zhaoan must be brought in for questioning!"

After Qian Weimin finished speaking, he made a move to rush out.

"stop."

Jiang Mian leaned back in the rattan chair, her voice completely devoid of any anger.

Qian Weimin quickly stopped and turned around with a puzzled look on his face.

"What's wrong?"

Jiang Mian reached out and took the statement, glancing at it casually.

After reading it, she gently placed the paper back on the coffee table.

"No need to publish a notice in the newspaper or report it to the police station."

Qian Weimin almost thought he had misheard. "It's not moving?"

"Dr. Jiang, this is some serious incriminating evidence we finally managed to find!"

"If they are released, Chen Zhaoan will be severely injured, even if he doesn't die."

"We could even drag that Shen guy from the Ugly Country out for a spin!"

Jiang Mian picked up the cup next to her and took a sip of warm water before slowly speaking.

"What's the point of peeling off a layer of skin? I want him to expose the bone."

"If you throw these materials out now, Chen Zhaoan can simply claim that Zhou Zhichang framed him on his own."

"Or he might say it was the individual behavior of one of his employees."

"Even if the fax number is exposed, there are still all sorts of excuses in New York to distance themselves from the situation."

"They are backed by a major trading company and have a large legal team."

"If we really go through legal proceedings, it's quite common for a lawsuit to last three to five years."

"Besides boosting the sales of tomorrow's tabloids, what real benefit will this bring to our business?"

Qian Weimin was still burning with anger, and he reached out and grabbed a handful of slicked-back hair.

"So, we're just going to call it quits like this?"

"Isn't that too easy on them?!"

Jiang Mian chuckled softly, her fingers tapping a rhythm casually on the armrest of the rattan chair.

"Who said it's over?"

"The cards you hold in your hand are most frightening when they're not yet played."

"Think about the current situation."

"The people Chen Zhaoan sent have lost contact; he must be in a real panic right now."

"He was on edge all night and couldn't sleep."

"Because he didn't know exactly how much Zhou Zhichang had confessed."

"He had no idea whether Zhou Zhichang had seen that New York fax number."

"Once a person is caught in this kind of panic where they are completely in the dark, they will be eager to save themselves."

"In the rush to save themselves, they will expose even bigger flaws in other areas."

Jiang Mian pointed to the stack of papers on the table.

"You have the lawyer seal up all the statements, recordings, and fake documents."

"Lock it in the highest-security safe, and don't let a word of it leak out."

"We need to keep this knife hanging over their heads forever."

"We'll pull out our knife when New York gets impatient and wants to sit down and negotiate."

"At that point, it won't be about venting anymore."

"They need to pay real money to buy peace."

After hearing these words, Qian Weimin felt a cold sweat break out on his back for no apparent reason.

He slapped his thigh suddenly, his face full of admiration.

"high!"

"Playing a card is just a formality; at best, it makes a sound."

"Holding it in your hand without making a move is like holding a death warrant that could fall at any moment."

"I originally just wanted to give them a good scolding, but you're even calculating interest on whether they can sleep at night."

Qian Weimin exclaimed excitedly, "Dr. Jiang, I, Qian Weimin, am utterly convinced of your greatness!"

Lu Ting sat to the side the whole time.

He watched without saying a word as Jiang Mian analyzed the situation clearly.

Seeing that the important business had been discussed to a sufficient extent, he moved the documents on the coffee table further away.

Then he took a cup of freshly heated milk and put it into Jiang Mian's hand.

"Now that we've finished discussing business, let's have a glass of milk."

Jiang Mian held the warm glass and looked up at him with her little face.

The shrewdness and strategic acumen he had displayed just moments before vanished without a trace.

She leaned limply against the large wicker chair and spoke in a coquettish voice.

"husband."

There are too many bad people out there.

"I can't even think straight about what they're going to do."

Lu Ting immediately stood next to the rattan chair.

Large, rough fingers covered both sides of her temples, kneading them with moderate pressure.

"With me here, you don't need to worry about the bad guys."

Jiang Mian found it very useful.

She casually put the milk glass aside, opened her arms and wrapped them around the man's neck, pressing her face against him and burying it in his broad neck.

"Then carry me to rest."

"I'm tired, I don't want to walk another step."

Lu Ting used his strong arms to slip under Jiang Mian's knees and steadily lifted her up in his arms.

The movements were extremely gentle.

He turned to look at Qian Weimin, who was still standing there dumbfounded.

"We need to rest."

"We'll talk about the rest tomorrow."

This was a blatant dismissal.

Qian Weimin ate a big mouthful of dog food, though he couldn't understand why someone who could sleep until the afternoon would need to rest so soon.

But he still waved his hands and stepped back repeatedly, saying, "Alright, alright, Brother Lu, please don't let Doctor Jiang get tired."

"I'll take Ah Cheng right now and lock all these deadly things up, so that not even a fly can find out anything."

Qian Weimin turned around and went down the stairs from the terrace.

But he had only gone down two steps.

The black mobile phone at his waist suddenly emitted a piercing ringtone.

Qian Weimin picked up the phone and answered it. After listening to just a couple of sentences, his expression turned very strange.

He turned around as if constipated, then hurriedly ran back to the terrace.

"Um... Dr. Jiang, why don't you stay awake for a while!"

Lu Ting frowned, his grip on Jiang Mian not loosening at all, and stared at Qian Weimin with dissatisfaction.

"What's wrong now?"

Qian Weimin held up the mobile phone that was still on the phone.

"That Frenchman Pierre said he really couldn't wait until tomorrow."

"He just made an international call to the chairmen of Europe's three major culinary conglomerates and is now on his way to our hillside villa!"