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

Just as a fresh pot of tea was being served on the terrace, the doorbell rang downstairs.

Ahai led the three people up to the terrace of the villa on the hillside.

Pierre, walking at the front, had beads of sweat on his forehead and was carrying a bulging stack of documents in a brown paper bag.

Martin and Luc, who were behind him, also had their suit jackets draped over their arms, clearly having rushed over.

Seeing this, Qian Weimin couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Mr. Pierre, it's nighttime now."

"Even the biggest deal can't be made in one night, right?"

"Why don't you go back to your hotel and rest for the night, and then we can sit down at the company tomorrow and talk things over?"

Pierre shook his head repeatedly, slammed the brown paper bag onto the coffee table, and turned to stare at Qian Weimin.

"Mr. Qian, the whole Peninsula Hotel has heard about your refusal of that American lawyer in the lobby this afternoon."

"Those uncouth Americans have no idea what fine food is; all they care about is how to resell things for money!"

When he got excited, he couldn't help but lean forward.

"I'm afraid if I don't come tonight, they'll come tomorrow morning with boxes full of 'ugly money' and contaminate this artwork."

Lu Ting sat next to Jiang Mian and watched as Pierre got closer and closer. He raised his hand to block him in mid-air.

"Sit down and talk," Lu Ting said calmly. "Don't get so close to my wife."

Pierre then realized he had been too excited, quickly pulled out a wicker chair and sat down, not forgetting to nod apologetically to Lu Ting.

Jiang Mian nestled in Lu Ting's broad arms, finding a more comfortable angle to lean against him, before smiling and looking at the person opposite her.

"Since Mr. Pierre has come overnight, he must have brought sufficient sincerity."

"Ms. Jiang, this is absolutely the most substantial expression of sincerity you can see in all of Europe."

Pierre couldn't wait to untie the thread of the brown paper bag and pour out all the contents.

The paper contained French text, badges, and several signed confirmation letters.

He pulled out the top portion and pushed it in front of Jiang Mian.

"This is a joint letter from the chefs of fifteen Michelin-starred restaurants that I was able to contact in Paris."

"They have all seen the fax that Editor-in-Chief Martin sent back."

"As long as you agree, Oriental truffles can immediately be added to the secret menus of these top restaurants."

Pierre then pulled out two more documents, pointing to the intricate French markings on them.

"And here, this is a private wine cellar club owned by three old money families, and a VIP buyer line in a top department store like Printemps in Paris."

Qian Weimin peeked out from the side.

Although he couldn't read French, just hearing those titles made his mind start making calculations.

This is not a distribution channel.

This is clearly sending oriental truffles directly to the tables of Europe's wealthiest people.

Pierre got more and more excited as he talked, gesturing wildly as he described his ideas.

"Ms. Jiang, this kind of premium product should never be put on supermarket shelves like ordinary sauces; that would be a disaster."

"We will manage Oriental truffles with the same care we take for top-quality Romanée-Conti wines and wild Caspian caviar!"

"We need to establish quality assessment levels for each batch of products."

"You should also include the year record, fermentation cycle, and even the Eastern story of when you harvested these truffles."

Martin, who was standing next to him, chimed in at this moment, his tone much calmer than Pierre's.

"Ms. Jiang, Lu Ke and I have already had a long-distance conference call with the editorial department in Europe."

"The core title of our upcoming joint feature will not be simply 'A magical food from the East'."

"We want to define it as 'a cultural event in which high-end Eastern cuisine reshapes the top-tier dining experience in Europe's world.'"

Luc nodded in agreement, "Those old European families are very arrogant."

"They are willing to pay for the taste, but even more willing to pay for identity and culture."

"As long as they believe that oriental truffles represent a new taste, they will actively pursue it."

Jiang Mian listened quietly without interrupting.

She only took a sip of the warm black tea when Lu Ting picked up the teacup and fed it to her lips.

She waited until the three Frenchmen opposite her finished speaking, then looked at her expectantly.

Jiang Mian then slowly sat up straight, her fair fingers lightly tapping the Michelin-starred restaurants twice.

"The concept is great. You know that oriental truffles cannot be made into ordinary food products, which is very important."

Pierre visibly breathed a sigh of relief and was about to smile.

Jiang Mian's tone suddenly changed.

"But I have a question for Mr. Pierre."

Pierre immediately sat up straight. "May I ask?"

Jiang Mian looked into his eyes, her tone neither hurried nor slow.

"If Oriental truffles gain fame in Europe in the future, they will be in short supply."

"Suddenly, a Middle Eastern oil tycoon or a wealthy investor approaches you."

"The other party is willing to pay two or even three times the market price to buy out all of your quota for an entire quarter."

"Not only that, he also demanded that you remove the quota restrictions on these goods, allowing him to take them to the black market or other channels to resell them at inflated prices."

Jiang Mian's voice was softer, but it was even more oppressive.

"How would you handle an order that could instantly double a distributor's profits?"

As soon as this question came up, the wind on the terrace seemed to stop for a moment.

Even Qian Weimin subconsciously did some mental calculations.

If you could buy out a quarter's quota at three times the retail price, that would be a huge windfall.

This amount of money would make any ordinary businessman envious.

But Pierre didn't laugh. Without even thinking, he reacted so violently that he almost knocked over the teacup in front of him.

"Absolutely impossible!"

Pierre stood up abruptly, his breathing becoming heavy with anger.

"Ms. Jiang, this is a desecration of something noble!"

He pointed to the documents on the table and retorted at a rapid pace.

"If we allow those nouveau riche to buy up these things and resell them for speculation, then in less than six months, Oriental truffles will become a vulgar tool for the nouveau riche to flaunt their wealth."

"A truly top-tier restaurant would immediately remove it from its menu."

"Even those old-money families who value taste would find this stuff vulgar and money-grubbing."

Pierre slapped his chest hard.

"Distributors are not dockworkers who move goods; distributors are guardians of a brand's reputation!"

"Anyone who dares to insult my judgment with cash will be asked to leave immediately."

Lu Ting was already prepared to restrain the overly excited Frenchman.

But after hearing these words, he slowly withdrew his large hand from the corner of the table and glanced at Pierre.

This foreigner may be arguing, but what he said hit the nail on the head.

Looking at Pierre's flushed face, Jiang Mian finally smiled with satisfaction.

That's the attitude she wanted.

A purely profit-driven businessman will sell anything for short-term gains, and in the end, he will destroy the brand itself.

Only those with a fanatical belief in the essence of luxury know how to maintain an aloof and sophisticated image.

Jiang Mian raised her hand, gesturing for Pierre to sit down.

"Mr. Pierre, your answer just now has earned you the ticket to the Oriental Feast."

Pierre's eyes lit up, and he was about to speak excitedly when Jiang Mian raised a finger and shook it.

"Wait, I haven't finished explaining the rules yet."

She put away her smile, exuding an air of shrewdness and pressure typical of negotiating tables.

"First, we will not sign an exclusive distributorship agreement for Europe."

Upon hearing this, the joy on Pierre's face instantly froze.

"Well... Ms. Jiang, without an exclusive European license, it would be difficult for me to convince those old aristocrats..."