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

Smith forcefully ripped open his tie.

"She's humiliating Hui Rui; she's forcing me to back down!"

Davis closed the folder. "She has the right to do that."

Smith turned around abruptly.

"Davis, whose side are you on?"

"I stand on the side of the contract and profits."

Davis tossed over another faxed report.

"Sales intentions in Hong Kong Island, pilot program in France, and previews of special features in European magazines."

"These three documents have been delivered to the board secretariat."

"If you continue to delay the final payment of three million, Oriental Style will kick us out of North America."

"What are you going to say when the board holds you accountable?"

Smith's chest heaved. "That three million was the final payment, not a negotiation deposit!"

"But now it has become an admission ticket," Davis said without any politeness.

"You personally sent out the review letter, giving the other party a reason to suspend the exclusive agency."

He pushed the emergency financial grant request in front of Smith.

"There are only three ways to remedy the situation right now."

"First, pay immediately."

"Second, we acknowledge in writing that the review triggered the suspension clause of the agency agreement and are seeking to renegotiate."

"Third, immediately take a plane to Hong Kong Island and turn the situation around in person."

Smith gritted his teeth and remained silent for a long time.

Davis added, "You can continue to save face."

"Then we see Pierre taking Oriental truffles into a French restaurant, the North American distribution channels are watching and waiting, and the board of directors is putting all the blame on you."

The secretary stood beside her, her hands crumpling the folder in her hands.

Smith closed his eyes and picked up the pen on the table.

The pen hovered over the emergency financial grant application, but hesitated to be used.

Three million Ugly Yuan.

The rope that used to trap Jiang Mian is now wrapped around his neck again.

Davis didn't rush him, but simply pushed the last form into his hands.

"Sign it."

"After the signing is complete, I will have the legal department prepare a meeting minutes template."

"This time, don't make empty promises."

Smith finally signed his name on the application.

The strokes were so forceful that they almost tore through the paper.

"Notify the finance department."

"An emergency transfer of three million Ugly Yuan to the overseas escrow account of Xia State as stipulated in the contract."

The secretary nodded quickly, "Yes, sir."

"And one more thing." Smith tossed the pen back onto the table.

"Book your flight to Hong Kong Island for tomorrow."

Just as the secretary was about to leave, Davis raised his hand to stop her.

"Book the fastest flight today!"

Smith looked at him with a dark expression.

Davis spoke in a flat tone.

"You're not putting pressure on them now, you're begging them to rearrange the table."

Smith felt a lump in his throat again; he wanted to curse.

But the profit calculation reports on the table were clearly visible.

Finally, he managed to squeeze out just one word through gritted teeth.

"order."

……

Vancouver, Canada.

Liu Wensen stood in front of the full-length mirror in his office, slowly and methodically adjusting his tie.

An urgent fax from Shen Wanyi was spread out on the table.

The finest and most exquisite products.

Hongxing Textile Factory.

Oriental Style Hong Kong Island press conference report.

There is also a shareholding structure diagram and a capacity report.

He picked up one of the pages, saw the notes related to the legal representative and the actual controller, and smiled slightly.

"Twenty years old."

"Started in a county town in inland China."

"Factory buildings, mushroom sheds, textile factories, food production lines."

He put the paper back on the table, his tone becoming more dismissive.

"Miss Shen is being overly cautious this time."

His assistant stood to the side and reminded him.

"Mr. Liu, it is indeed very hot in Hong Kong Island lately."

"Oriental Style is spreading its GG ad very aggressively; socialites in Hong Kong are scrambling to book appointment slots."

Liu Wensen picked up the so-called preliminary North American compliance plan and flipped through it.

"Popularity is popularity."

"The North American market is all about rules."

"She can rely on being a wealthy wife and a celebrity in Hong Kong, but in North America, she has to face the FDA, lawyers, importers, insurance companies, and channel audits."

He put the plan into a leather folder.

"What a young boss from the mainland lacks most is this kind of experience."

The assistant did not respond.

Liu Wensen buttoned up his suit jacket and picked up his passport.

"Miss Shen means to gain their trust first."

"Then let's be gentler."

"Don't talk about investment, talk about helping first."

"Compliance consulting, channel development, and brand localization."

He gently patted the folder.

"If the knife is wrapped in cotton, people won't flinch."

The assistant handed over the plane ticket.

"Vancouver to Hong Kong Island, 9:40 AM."

Liu Wensen took the plane ticket, took two steps outside, and then stopped.

"What about the samples?"

"David has already contacted the seller in Hong Kong Island, and the Golden Thread Beauty Essence has been sold for HK$220,000."

Liu Wensen was finally a little surprised.

"Two hundred and twenty thousand?"

"Yes."

"We're not even sure we'll get it; the seller is demanding cash."

Liu Wensen was silent for a few seconds, then smiled.

"interesting."

"A small bottle is being sold for 220,000 yuan. No wonder Miss Shen can't sleep."

He put the faxed documents into the innermost compartment of his briefcase.

"Let's go."

"I would also like to meet this Miss Jiang."

……

On Hong Kong Island, Qian Weimin was busy until 10 a.m. before he finally sat down to drink his first sip of water.

Ah Hai ran in carrying the registration book.

"Boss, Mrs. He has confirmed it."

"She placed an order for this batch of beauty serum at the highest possible price."

"Mrs. Su was the same; she even asked if she could arrange for her daughter to try on everyday outfits from the Oriental Neon Style."

"Ms. Chen said she doesn't want to cut in line, but she hopes her number can be kept."

Qian Weimin was overjoyed, but he tried his best to keep a straight face.

"Follow the rules."

"Mrs. Ho and Mrs. Su helped out at the press conference, so they were given priority."

"Don't let anyone else speak up."

Ah Hai nodded and was about to leave when he remembered something else.

"Also, there are people outside offering up to 80 yuan to buy the cards."

Qian Weimin almost spat out his water.

"Eight hundred thousand?"

"right."

"They said they didn't receive the card and were afraid they wouldn't be able to hold their heads up at the wives' gathering tomorrow."

Qian Weimin was so happy that he kept shaking his big gold chain.

"Dr. Jiang is truly amazing; this is no ordinary appointment card."

"This is clearly a testament to the social standing of the wives' circle."

He had just put down his cup when the phone on the table rang.

Qian Weimin answered the phone, listened for a few minutes, and his relaxed expression gradually faded.

"Canadian Chinese Foundation? North American Channel Solution?"

He raised his hand, signaling Ah Hai not to leave yet.

The middleman on the other end of the phone was very polite.

"Boss Qian, the other party's name is Liu Wensen, who is doing cross-border consumer goods investment in Vancouver."

"He said he was very optimistic about Oriental Style and was willing to provide a preliminary North American compliance plan free of charge."

"They are already en route to Hong Kong Island."

"He wants to visit you first, and then send a formal visiting card to Miss Jiang."

Qian Weimin narrowed his eyes.

He tapped his fingers lightly twice on the table. "Free?"

"Yes."

"The other party said they simply admired Eastern brands and wanted to make friends."

Qian Weimin stroked his chin, seemingly lost in thought.

The most expensive items in shopping malls are often advertised as free.

He hung up the phone and leaned back in his chair, pondering for half a minute.

There's so much good news today.

Smith needs to pay the remaining balance.

Pierre left carrying the French pilot program.

Reservation cards for Hong Kong Island are selling like hotcakes.

Now another Canadian Chinese fund manager has come knocking on our door.

Qian Weimin was in a great mood and beckoned to Ahai with his finger.

"come over."

Ah Hai leaned closer.

Qian Weimin lowered his voice and muttered a few instructions.

Ah Hai was taken aback for a moment after hearing this, then immediately nodded.

"Understood, Boss."

After saying that, he turned around and quickly left the office.