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

New York, Manhattan.

The lights in Shen Wanyi's office have been on for a full sixteen hours.

When the secretary pushed open the door, she was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a piece of paper that had just been torn from the fax machine.

The note was very short, containing only one line of text.

"Smith has sent a request for an interview to Oriental Foods on Hong Kong Island today."

The secretary didn't dare to make a sound and stood at the door for almost half a minute.

Shen Wanyi folded the note and placed it on the table.

"understood."

The secretary breathed a sigh of relief and was about to turn around and leave when Shen Wanyi's voice came again.

"How far has the Oriental Flavors brand spread on Hong Kong Island?"

The secretary opened the folder in her hand and quickly scanned it.

Huge posters were hung in all three major business districts: Central, Causeway Bay, and Tsim Sha Tsui.

"Double-decker buses with GG bodies cover major routes on Hong Kong Island, including some Fisherman's Wharf and even Kowloon City."

"The temporary information desk they set up at the Peninsula Hotel had a queue that started forming at 10 a.m. and wasn't closing down until 3 p.m.

Shen Wanyi did not respond.

She placed the fax paper on the table and drew a line under the word "Smith" with her pen.

The secretary continued the report.

"Furthermore, after Zhou Zhichang was detained by Qian Weimin's men, things have fallen apart on Chen Zhaoan's side."

"He called twice today, asking us what to do next."

Shen Wanyi finally turned around and said, "Tell him not to do anything."

"Don't make phone calls, don't see anyone, don't send anything."

"The more he moves in Hong Kong, the more leverage he leaves behind."

The secretary nodded and made a note of it.

Shen Wanyi pulled out a chair and sat down, her fingers tapping lightly on the table.

The situation in Hong Kong Island is beyond repair in the short term.

Mr. He publicly stated his support for Dongfang Fengwu, and the Chamber of Commerce refused to sign the complaint letter.

Even the fake reporter they planted was exposed on the spot and is now in Qian Weimin's hands.

Even more critically, it was Smith.

This ugly countryman talks about cooperation, but behind the scenes he's already looking for a way out.

He made a public statement requesting that Huirui's profit and loss statement had overshadowed his own reputation.

The profit forecast for North America in the internal report of Huirui showed a return of tens of millions of dollars in the first year.

When such figures are presented to the board, Smith will not keep them a secret.

He will sell everyone he can sell.

The first one is herself.

Thinking of this, Shen Wanyi picked up the phone on the table and dialed a number.

The phone rang four times before it was answered.

"David".

"Miss Shen."

David's voice was a little hoarse on the other end of the phone, as if he had just been woken up.

"Did you see Smith's interview request?"

"Just received it." David paused for a moment. "I estimate he'll fly to Hong Kong Island within a week."

"No need to estimate," Shen Wanyi said calmly, leaning back in her chair. "He will definitely go."

"Jiang Mian froze his exclusive agency rights, and in Europe, Pierre is vying for Oriental truffles."

"He can't handle it."

David paused for a moment on the other end of the phone. "Then what do we do?"

"Hui Rui can't be relied on anymore." Shen Wanyi's voice was very soft, but each word was uttered very slowly.

"From now on, don't put any more hopes on Smith."

"Once he and Jiang Mian sit down at the negotiating table, we'll be the first ones betrayed!"

David took a breath on the other end of the phone.

"Miss Shen means..."

"Avoid him?!"

Shen Wanyi's gaze fell on the corner of the table, where a small, plain white bottle sat.

She's been using the Golden Thread Nourishing Essence for almost a month now.

The fine lines around my eyes have faded considerably, and the dark circles on the back of my hands have also disappeared.

She was disgusted by the result, yet she couldn't bear to stop using it.

The better the item, the more valuable it is.

The more valuable something is, the less likely it is to fall into Jiang Mian's hands.

Shen Wanyi lightly flicked the bottle with her fingernail.

"David, can you contact someone for me?"

"Who?"

"You previously connected me with someone in the consumer safety review department at the FDA."

"What was it called again?"

"Greenwood," David responded quickly.

"Yes, that's him."

Shen Wanyi picked up the bottle of Golden Thread Beauty Essence and waved it in the light.

The amber liquid slid down the bottle wall, so clean that almost no impurities were visible.

"Ask him what happens if someone complains about a beauty product from the East."

"The samples, labels, and promotional slogans are all complete."

Can the FDA initiate an import review?

David did not answer immediately.

After several seconds, he carefully considered his words before speaking.

"If a complaint is filed... and the reasons are sufficient, the FDA can initiate an ingredient review and issue an import alert, requiring supplementary information."

"But the prerequisite is that there must be clear samples, labeling information, English promotional text, and specific evidence pointing to potential risks."

"We can't just talk the talk."

Shen Wanyi's lips curled into a cold smile. "I don't intend to make empty promises."

She got up and walked to the filing cabinet next to her desk, then opened the second drawer.

Inside were several photocopies of newspaper clippings sent from Hong Kong Island, as well as faxed photos from the day of the press conference.

She flipped through the pages one by one.

Jiang Mian stood on the stage, smiling calmly.

Next to the photo, someone had written several promotional slogans in English.

"Antioxidant".

"Promotes skin's self-repair."

There's also advertising for Oriental Truffles.

"Medicinal cuisine".

"Nourishment".

Shen Wanyi took out the papers and stacked them together.

"David, listen carefully."

"First, try to buy a bottle of Golden Thread Beauty Essence at a high price through private channels in Hong Kong Island, and then buy a jar of Oriental Truffles."

"After you buy it, ship it to New York. Don't use the company account; receive it at your personal address."

"Second, collect all the English materials from the Oriental Style press conference."

"Posters, brochures, press releases, Google keywords—don't miss a single word."

"What I want is very simple."

Shen Wanyi pushed the clipping to the corner of the table.

"Every word that Jiangmian uses in its advertising that is related to medicinal effects, therapeutic effects, or functionality should be marked."

"These things might not be considered illegal under Eastern laws, but in the U.S., the boundaries between food and medicine are very clearly defined."

"When she says 'repair,' she's implying medicinal properties."

"She says 'nourishing,' which blurs the line between food and dietary supplements."

"As soon as the FDA's review letter is sent out, her North American channels will be automatically frozen, and all import declarations will be suspended."

David remained silent for a long time on the other end of the phone.

"Ms. Shen, this process will take at least three to six months."

"I know." Shen Wanyi's lips curled into a sinister smile.

"I can wait."

The words she uttered sent a chill down David's spine more than any of his previous commands.

Shen Wanyi used to be known for her decisive and efficient approach to tasks.

The Hong Kong Island Chamber of Commerce is exerting pressure, reporters are stirring up trouble, and they're threatening to demand the remaining balance from Ruika – a three-pronged approach, seemingly intent on crushing him overnight.

But now she says, "I can wait."

David's palms were sweaty after he hung up the phone.

The office was quiet for less than five minutes before the secretary knocked and came in again.

"Ms. Shen, the person you asked me to contact earlier has called back."

"Which one?"

"From Canada." The secretary flipped through the note in her hand. "Liu Wensen."

"A Chinese industry fund registered in Vancouver that invests in cross-border consumer goods helped you with a Southeast Asian distribution channel acquisition last year."