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

Hong Kong Island.

Before eight o'clock in the morning, Pierre was already on the terrace with the French pilot program in hand.

Of the fifteen restaurants, he personally cut five.

Of the three private clubs, only two remain.

Qian Weimin, sporting dark circles under his eyes, sat beside him and listened as he recited English mixed with French for over ten minutes straight.

Qian Weimin felt his head buzzing. He endured it for a while, and finally slammed his pen on the table.

"Mr. Pierre, slow down!"

"Speak slower. I'm a Hong Kong businessman, not a French typewriter."

Pierre then realized he was too excited and quickly slowed down his speech.

"Mr. Qian, what I mean is that the first batch of names for the French pilot program must be very strict."

"There can't be too many, the mix can't be too varied, and we absolutely can't let people who only know how to throw money at the problem come across Oriental truffles."

Qian Weimin yawned and pointed to several restaurants circled on the paper.

"You've already said that so many times last night."

"We'll cut the fifteen restaurants down to five, keep two of the three private clubs, and keep the tasting list to no more than thirty people."

"The destination of each can must be registered. It is not allowed to split, resell, or be auctioned for speculation."

"Oriental truffles are a top-tier delicacy, not chili sauce from the market."

Pierre's eyes lit up, and he immediately gave a thumbs up.

"Yes! Mr. Qian, you have grasped true nobility!"

Qian Weimin was beaming with pride after being praised, and was just about to chime in with a few words of praise when Lu Ting came out of the house carrying a bowl of hot porridge.

He didn't even glance at the pile of documents on the table, and went straight to the wicker chair.

Jiang Mian nestled in the chair, covered with a thin blanket, her face still showing the languidness of someone who had just woken up.

Lu Ting blew on the porridge and brought it to her lips.

"Take a couple of sips first."

Jiang Mian opened her mouth and drank half a spoonful, mumbling indistinctly, "Too early."

"Sleep after we finish talking." Lu Ting lowered his voice, his spoon remaining steadily in his hand.

"The French proposal you mentioned last night has been finalized by Boss Qian. Pierre is waiting for your final approval."

Jiang Mian then raised her hand and hooked the documents on the table over.

She swept very quickly.

Pierre sat ramrod straight, even his breathing became soft.

Qian Weimin wanted to laugh.

Last night, this Frenchman was so anxious he almost slammed a map of Europe on the table, but now he's behaving like a docile person in front of Doctor Jiang.

Jiang Mian turned the last page and put the document back on the table.

Overall, it's acceptable.

Pierre immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Mian picked up her pen and added two lines of text to the blank space on the third page.

"Add one more point here."

"Oriental Style reserves the right to conduct random checks on the usage records of end customers and restaurants at any time."

Pierre nodded repeatedly.

"Of course! That's only right!"

Jiang Mian then looked at the quota table again.

"Here, the first batch will be reduced by another 30%."

Pierre's joy froze on the spot.

"Ms. Jiang, 30%?"

"That's too little, really too little."

Jiang Mian closed the pen cap slowly.

"There will be fewer people vying for it."

"What you need to do is make the French feel that they deserve it, not make them feel that they can buy it as long as they have money."

Pierre paused for two seconds, then suddenly slapped his knee.

"Yes! That's the taste!"

"Ms. Jiang, you know those old guys in Europe very well."

"They don't just like the goods; they like what others don't have."

Qian Weimin grinned from the side, "Mr. Pierre, you've got it."

"The first lesson in Eastern culture: what you can't buy is more valuable than what you can buy."

Jiang Mian was amused and turned to look at Qian Weimin.

"Boss Qian, you're quite good at summarizing now."

Qian Weimin immediately straightened his chest.

"Dr. Jiang taught us well."

"When I go out and chat with people now, I don't call it selling anything."

"My job is to screen clients."

Pierre carefully put the revised plan into a brown paper bag.

He stood up and bowed slightly to Jiang Mian.

"Ms. Jiang, I will uphold the elegance of Oriental Truffles."

"If anyone tries to break the rules, I will personally remove them from the list."

"The French pilot program will not disappoint you."

Jiang Mian nodded. "I'll wait for your formal proposal."

Pierre then looked at Lu Ting, his attitude becoming much more respectful.

"Mr. Lu, thank you for not leaving me on the balcony last night."

Lu Ting held the bowl of porridge, showing little reaction.

"Just don't get too close to my wife."

Pierre choked for a moment, then nodded seriously.

"I've got it."

Qian Weimin laughed heartily.

After Pierre and the two editors left, Qian Weimin finally couldn't hold back any longer and spilled out all the news from Hong Kong's social circles from last night to this morning.

"Dr. Jiang, you have no idea how crazy those ladies in Hong Kong have gone."

"At the Peninsula Hotel, last night a lady who works in jewelry offered to pay HK$500,000 for a single reservation card."

Jiang Mian raised an eyebrow.

"Five hundred thousand?"

"This was just last night." Qian Weimin held up two fingers and waved them.

"Someone has already offered 600,000 this morning."

"And there's something even more outrageous: someone was willing to trade a limited-edition diamond watch for the card in Su Tai's hand."

"As a result, Mrs. Su immediately turned hostile, saying that this was a card from Oriental Charm that recognized people, and that exchanging a watch for it was a sign of disrespect."

Jiang Mian was amused, "Mrs. Su is quite knowledgeable."

"I understand more than just that." Qian Weimin became more and more excited as he spoke.

"They're not just grabbing cards now, they're starting to compare the card numbers."

"Those whose numbers are at the beginning, speak louder."

"A few people who didn't receive their cards tried to get their money through connections and ended up coming to me; they practically shoved checks in my face."

Lu Ting put down the bowl of porridge and casually wiped Jiang Mian's fingertips.

"Then don't answer."

Jiang Mian hummed in agreement. "Absolutely no more."

Qian Weimin immediately stopped joking.

"Really not adding a single one?"

Not a single one added.

Jiang Mian leaned back in the rattan chair, her voice still a little sleepy.

"If you have too many cards, they become worthless."

"Tell the Peninsula that the reservation card is only valid for the cardholder, and it will not be replaced if lost, and it will be void if resold."

"Anyone who dares to use their card for illegal activities will be immediately removed from the list."

Qian Weimin quickly took notes, "What about the prices in the secondhand market?"

"Let them report it." Jiang Mian yawned lazily.

"The higher the price, the more anxious those who haven't gotten it become."

"But we won't get involved, we won't admit it, and we won't respond."

"Oriental Flavors only accepts formal reservations."

Qian Weimin nodded repeatedly, "I understand."

"The more heated the speculation outside, the more stable we become."

"This is what true luxury looks like."

Seeing that she was so sleepy that her eyelids were drooping, Lu Ting simply pulled the thin blanket up higher.

"Want to sleep a little longer?"

Jiang Mian leaned against him like she had no bones, and said, "Mmm."

Qian Weimin, being quite perceptive, immediately stood up with the documents in his hand.

"Dr. Jiang, please rest. I'll make the arrangements."

"I guarantee that the fire in Hong Kong Island today will burn brightly and steadily."

……

Meanwhile, at the headquarters of Valuation Group in New York.

Smith stared at the telegram on the table, his face extremely grim.

The telegram contained only one sentence.

Oriental Style will not arrange any face-to-face meetings before payment is completed.

He suddenly grabbed the coffee cup and smashed it on the ground.

Tiles of porcelain shattered all over the floor, and coffee splashed onto my leather shoes.

The secretary was so startled that she took half a step back.

Davis sat opposite him without even frowning.

He turned to the marked page of the copy of the contract in his hand and pushed it in front of Smith.

"Smashing the cup won't help."

"The board won't forget about a ten million profit shortfall just because you broke a coffee cup."