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

Pierre originally wanted to continue persuading Jiang Mian.

Now, after hearing Jiang Mian and Qian Weimin's explanations, he finally managed to swallow the words that were stuck in his throat.

He wasn't quite clear on the specifics of the collaboration between Jiang Mian and Smith.

But it doesn't matter; this is actually a good thing for me.

Pierre glanced down at the telegram on the table, then pulled the brown paper bag in his arms back into place.

"Ms. Jiang, you're not giving Smith a chance."

"You are engaging in a game of strategy."

"Not bad." Jiang Mian didn't hide anything and replied easily.

"It's not that I begged Hui Rui to come back."

"They need to prove once again that they still deserve to sit at the table."

"There is no shortage of choices for Eastern products now."

"Whoever wants to talk, should first make up for the rules they owe."

Pierre finally quieted down completely.

What he was most afraid of was that Jiang Mian would be overshadowed by Hui Rui's reputation.

Now that he had heard it, the anger in his heart finally subsided a little.

Lu Ting, who had been sitting to the side, asked slowly upon hearing this.

"Will we continue to cooperate with the US in the North American market?"

Jiang Mian turned to look at him.

Lu Ting asked calmly, but Jiang Mian could tell that he didn't like Pfizer.

I also dislike the Ugly Country.

She dislikes even more those who withheld her final payment from the contract.

Jiang Mian reached out and hooked her finger around his, gently shaking it.

"He's come to me now to beg me; whether we cooperate or not is another matter."

Lu Ting nodded.

"Then let him beg from a distance."

Qian Weimin grinned, "Brother Lu, that's quite direct."

"I like."

Pierre nodded in agreement, "Yes, stand back a bit."

"It's best to stand behind France."

Qian Weimin immediately turned to look at him.

"Mr. Pierre, you've got a pretty clever plan of yours."

Pierre held the brown paper bag, showing not a trace of embarrassment on his face.

"Boss Qian, doing business is all about vying for position."

"But I won't stab my partner in the back like those Americans do, and then pretend nothing happened."

Qian Weimin found this straightforward statement agreeable.

"I love hearing this."

Jiang Mian didn't rush to have Qian Weimin call back; she asked Ahai to connect to the international long-distance call from Tomato County first.

This matter involves the final payment in foreign exchange and also the terms of the contract, so she needs to inform Zhao Jianguo.

The call was transferred several times before finally getting through to Zhao Jianguo's office.

It took quite a while before someone answered the phone.

"I am Zhao Jianguo." His voice sounded a little tired.

"Uncle Zhao, it's me, Jiang Mian."

On the other end of the phone, Zhao Jianguo's voice immediately became much more awake, "Jiang girl?"

"Yes, Uncle Zhao, I hope I haven't disturbed your rest so late."

Upon hearing this, a hearty laugh came through the receiver, "Hey, it's alright."

"Your press conference on Hong Kong Island was excellent, showcasing Eastern luxury to the world!"

"You little rascal, you've given County Chief Tomato too much face again."

Jiang Mian smiled sweetly, "Uncle Zhao, let's put aside the matter of making face for now."

"I'm calling you so late because I have something to discuss. A telegram came from Hui Rui's side, and it seems we may have to go back and renegotiate."

There was a brief pause on the other end of the phone. "Smith?"

"right."

Jiang Mian briefly explained the contents of the telegram, as well as the three preconditions she planned to raise.

After listening, Zhao Jianguo lowered his voice.

"You've hit the nail on the head."

"But girl, you must not rely on words alone to do these things."

"Foreign exchange final payments, contract changes, suspension of agency rights—these things must be kept on file."

"They have a precedent to learn from, and the U.S. is notoriously unreasonable. We can't leave them any loopholes."

Jiang Mian nodded, "Uncle Zhao, don't worry, I'll remember."

"This time I will bring the money, documents, and witnesses to the negotiating table."

"Sign what needs to be signed, stamp what needs to be stamped, and file what needs to be filed, so that they won't have a way to renege on their debts in the future."

Zhao Jianguo responded emphatically on the other end of the phone.

"it is good."

"You can talk to me without worry."

"The county and the foreign trade office will prepare all the necessary materials."

"If you need us to send a confirmation letter, please let me know in advance."

He added, "And one more thing."

Jiang Mian noticed that his tone had become more serious.

"Making money is important, but we must also stick to our bottom line."

"We're not just selling goods anymore."

"Foreigners aren't just looking at oriental truffles."

"What they are looking at is the resilience of our Chinese companies in international trade, and whether they can abide by the rules and uphold them."

"You did a great job this time!"

Jiang Mian's smile faded. "Uncle Zhao, I understand."

"If they want to sit down this time, they'll have to follow our rules first."

Zhao Jianguo hummed in agreement.

"Then go ahead and do it."

"As long as you follow the rules, the state will cover for you in everything!"

After hanging up the phone, Qian Weimin had already prepared a draft of his reply.

He handed the paper to Jiang Mian.

Jiang Mian took it and scanned it.

Only two words were changed.

"Change 'hope' to 'demand'."

"Change 'Suggested payment' to 'Schedule a meeting after payment'."

Qian Weimin looked down and immediately slapped his thigh.

"Dr. Jiang, you're tough enough!"

"They used to give us the final payment card."

"Now it's our turn to use our negotiating seats to block them."

Jiang Mian handed the paper back, "Send it."

"Let's make sure New York doesn't get to sleep too soundly tonight either."

Qian Weimin immediately took Ahai downstairs to send a telegram.

Pierre should have left, but he stayed on the terrace and refused to move.

He sat steadily, holding the brown paper bag.

Jiang Mian glanced at him. "Mr. Pierre, aren't you going back to rest?"

"I'm not sleepy," Pierre replied quickly.

"How can I sleep soundly if those Americans are coming to steal my business?"

Qian Weimin had just reached the stairwell when he heard this and turned back to interject.

"Mr. Pierre, don't worry."

"This table of Doctor Jiang is not one that anyone can sit at as they please."

Pierre nodded seriously.

"That's why I'm even more eager to wait; I want to hear with my own ears what the Ugly people have to say."

Jiang Mian found it somewhat amusing and didn't chase him away.

Lu Ting reached out and took the thin blanket from the side, covering Jiang Mian's legs with it.

"Are you cold?"

"I'm not cold." Jiang Mian moved closer to him. "I'm just a little sleepy."

Lu Ting reached out and tucked the blanket under her arm.

"Let's go to sleep after we've finished talking."

Upon hearing this, Pierre immediately sat up even straighter.

He's figured it out now.

In this villa, Ms. Jiang is in charge.

Whether Ms. Jiang can continue sitting and talking depends on whether her husband is willing to tire her out.

Qian Weimin left quickly and returned quickly.

Less than an hour later, the telephone and telegraph machine downstairs rang one after the other.

Ah Hai rushed onto the terrace with the new telegram.

"BOSS!"

"New York is back!"

Qian Weimin snatched it away.

He looked down and his expression turned strange.

Jiang Mian held her teacup, not in a hurry to drink, and said, "Read it."

Qian Weimin unfolded the thin telegram.

"Whaley's New York headquarters called back."

He paused for a moment before continuing to read.

"A meeting is agreed upon; payment details are pending final confirmation from headquarters."

Upon hearing this brief reply, Pierre was the first to become restless.

"What does this mean?"

"They agreed to sit down, but refused to pay the remaining balance as agreed?"

"Is this the sincerity of the Ugly people?"

Qian Weimin was also amused by Hui Rui's inexplicable arrogance, and muttered, "You damn bastard!"

"You really want to be a prostitute..." Qian Weimin blurted out unconsciously, then immediately realized that his words were inappropriate.

He quickly changed his tune, "I really want to be... a younger cousin, but I don't want to pay my respects to my older brother."

"Shameless!"

Jiang Mian leaned back in the rattan chair, somewhat speechless, and raised her hand to rub her temples.

"Reply to him."

Qian Weimin immediately looked at her, "What happened?"

Jiang Mian chuckled lightly, her tone becoming even more arrogant.

"Make it clear that Dongfang Fengwu will not arrange any meetings until payment is completed!"