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

Jiang Mian now has very little trust in these capitalists.

No matter how well Pierre explains it, she will not repeat Smith's mistakes.

She looked at Pierre and said earnestly.

"Mr. Pierre, Oriental Flavors can choose its partners, but it will not entrust its lifeline to any agent."

Pierre placed both hands on his knees, trying to slow down his speech.

"Oh, Ms. Jiang, you should know that the European market is not a street, nor is it a restaurant."

"France, Italy, Germany, Britain, each place has its own channels."

"Those top restaurants and old-money clubs are willing to open up their spaces, provided I can offer them enough certainty of profit and a sense of status."

Qian Weimin also glanced at Jiang Mian subconsciously.

That's true.

If there isn't a huge enough benefit, who would risk their life to fight for you?

Jiang Mian was not in a hurry.

She reached out and picked up the joint letter from the restaurant on the table, slowly turning two pages.

"Mr. Pierre, I believe in your sincerity and your judgment of the Oriental truffle."

"But you just said yourself that distributors are the guardians of a brand's reputation."

There can be many gatekeepers, but the key can only be held by Dongfang Fengwu.

She put the file back on the desktop.

"We can discuss a European agent."

Pierre's eyes lit up.

The next second, Jiang Mian changed the subject.

"But the first step will be a pilot program in France."

Pierre was taken aback.

Martin and Luke looked at each other and sat up straighter.

Jiang Mian raised her hand and pointed to the documents.

"Due to production constraints, the initial quota will not be very large."

"Just visit those top restaurants you just mentioned, or you can choose two private wine cellar clubs for a closed tasting."

"If there is any reselling, price gouging, or private splitting and resale, Dongfang Fengwu will immediately suspend the next batch of quotas."

Pierre, who had initially wanted to secure an exclusive, gradually calmed down after hearing this.

He picked up the pen on the table and quickly jotted down a few lines on the paper.

"Ms. Jiang, do you mean to use the top-tier dining table in France as a model first?"

"Once market awareness is established, we can then decide who will handle the other European regions?"

"Yes," Jiang Mian replied crisply.

"Whoever can maintain the brand is qualified to take the next step."

"Anyone who tries to resell Oriental truffles as ordinary commodities for profit should be out of the game."

Pierre did not refute this further.

He looked down at the documents, his finger pausing over the names of several restaurants in Paris.

It took him a while to look up.

"I accept the French pilot program."

Qian Weimin almost couldn't help but shout it out.

One moment this Frenchman wants the whole of Europe, the next he's actually willing to take a small bite first.

If it were him, he would definitely have to wait another half hour.

Pierre, however, became even more serious than before. "But I have a request."

Jiang Mian raised an eyebrow. "Go on."

"When the first batch of Oriental truffles enters France, I hope you can provide official brand story documents."

Pierre gestured with his hands, his tone regaining its European enthusiasm.

"I don't want a regular instruction manual; I want something more formal."

"It's like...it's like..." Pierre scratched his head, trying to remember something.

Jiang Mian waited quietly, without interrupting.

"That's right!" Pierre suddenly slapped his thigh, "Just like what you said at the Canton Fair..."

"What's it called... 'The Emperor's Taboo' and... 'Imperial Production'?"

"I need you to tell me the story of Oriental truffles, how to appreciate them, and the philosophy you've shared about Oriental products."

"Those chefs need to know that they're serving more than just sauces."

Jiang Mian almost couldn't hold back her laughter. She rubbed her cheeks, coughed lightly, and said, "This is fine."

She looked at Qian Weimin.

"Boss Qian, could you compile a set of English and French versions of the press conference photos and the product introduction for Oriental Truffles?"

Qian Weimin stood to the side, wanting to laugh but not daring to, his expression very strange.

He now knows perfectly well that Jiang Mian's claims about imperial craftsmanship at the Canton Fair were complete nonsense.

However, Qian Weimin only dared to laugh at Pierre, this ignorant foreigner, in his heart.

He would never tell the other party that the reason why Oriental truffles have these magical effects is entirely due to Doctor Jiang's own medical skills and prescriptions, and has nothing to do with emperors or the court.

Qian Weimin felt extremely proud that only he knew about Doctor Jiang's miraculous medical skills, and his gaze towards Pierre was filled with a strange sense of superiority.

He immediately patted his chest, "Don't worry, Dr. Jiang, I've got this covered!"

"I'll hire the most expensive translator tomorrow; I guarantee it'll be both costly and culturally refined!"

Jiang Mian was amused by him.

"It's fine to be expensive, but cultural depth is more important."

Qian Weimin chuckled, quite pleased with himself.

"Don't worry, Dr. Jiang, I understand, I understand."

Pierre's tense shoulders finally relaxed when he saw Jiang Mian relent.

But then he remembered something else and couldn't help but lean forward.

Lu Ting raised his eyes and glanced over.

Pierre immediately sat back half an inch; he had learned his lesson now.

"Ms. Jiang, what about the Golden Thread Nourishing Essence?"

"And those few sets of oriental costumes, European noblewomen would definitely go crazy for them."

"Especially Paris."

"If you wish, I can bring them into the salons of those ladies."

Qian Weimin's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this.

This Frenchman has a really big appetite.

They were just fighting over oriental truffles, and now they're eyeing beauty serums and clothes too.

However, he had to admit that Pierre's sense of smell was very accurate.

If the Golden Thread Nourishing Dew entered the circles of European high society, wouldn't it be in high demand and demand?

Imagine the scene if those elegant ladies from the East were to wear them again in Paris—it's terrifying to even think about.

Jiang Mian was not stunned by the piece of cake.

She took the warm tea Lu Ting handed her, drank a couple of sips, and then said, "Let's not talk about European distribution for these two items for now."

Pierre immediately panicked, "Why?!"

"Because production capacity is insufficient." Jiang Mian put down her teacup.

"Golden Thread Nourishing Essence has high requirements for raw materials, and the fermentation cycle must be precisely timed."

"We can't even keep up with the first batch of customers on Hong Kong Island, let alone Europe."

"Not to mention Oriental Fashion, handmade clothing is not a mass-produced product."

"The fabric, the pattern, the embroidery, the alterations—every step requires meticulous craftsmanship."

"I won't produce shoddy goods just to meet market demands."

Martin nodded in agreement.

"That's actually the right thing to do; the biggest fear for luxury goods is uncontrolled expansion."

Luc added, "The French will pay for waiting."

Pierre felt a pang of regret.

"But if people in Paris see Oriental truffles first, they'll definitely ask about other products."

Jiang Mian smiled gently, "Then let them ask."

"The more questions they ask, the more they care."

Qian Weimin slapped his thigh, "That's right!"

"Mr. Pierre, let them smell the aroma first, don't bring all the dishes out at once."

"We Eastern customs emphasize rhythm."

"The rich don't appreciate things that are too easy to get their hands on."

Pierre glanced at Qian Weimin and surprisingly nodded.

"Boss Qian, what you said makes a lot of sense."

Qian Weimin patted his slicked-back hair, a hint of smugness creeping onto his lips.

He thought to himself, "You little foreigner are still too young; you have no idea about Dr. Jiang's scarcity marketing strategy!"