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

When Qian Weimin arrived at the villa on the hillside, Jiang Mian had just woken up.

Lu Ting sat on the rattan chair on the terrace, slowly peeling a plum.

Jiang Mian nestled in the chair, a thin blanket covering her knees.

There was a cup of warm tea beside him, and he looked relaxed and comfortable.

As soon as Qian Weimin came in, he lowered his voice.

"Dr. Jiang, Brother Lu, something interesting has happened today."

Jiang Mian lifted her eyelids slightly.

"Is someone else scrambling for reservation cards?"

"That's not fresh."

Qian Weimin casually moved a chair to sit down, put the folder on the table, and patted it with his palm.

"Dr. Jiang, this time someone is going to deliver a North American compliance solution to our door."

"Oh?"

Jiang Mian raised her eyelids and glanced at Qian Weimin, finally showing some interest.

"Tell me, what exactly happened?"

Qian Weimin rubbed his slicked-back hair and opened the folder.

"A middleman introduced me to a Chinese man from Canada named Liu Wensen."

Jiang Mian didn't reply, but simply picked up her teacup and took a small sip.

Seeing that she didn't react much, Qian Weimin had no choice but to continue.

"I looked into it, and the other party is a Chinese industry fund registered in Vancouver, whose main business is cross-border consumer goods investment."

"Our main focus is on North American compliance, channel development, and localized brand operations."

"The middleman relayed a message saying that the other party is very optimistic about Oriental Style and is willing to provide us with a preliminary North American compliance plan free of charge."

His tone was somewhat strange when he said the word "free".

"I also felt that this matter was a bit strange, so I specifically asked Ah Hai to check it out, and it turned out that the other party's information was very clean."

As Qian Weimin spoke, he took out a few pages of paper from the folder and spread them out on the table.

"This Liu Wensen is not yet forty years old. He went to Canada from Hong Kong Island in his early years and later started a Chinese industry fund."

"In the past few years, he has invested in food factories in Southeast Asia and helped some Chinese brands enter supermarkets in North America."

"I had someone carefully review his business registration information, public bank records, and all his collaborative projects."

"I see no connection with Hui Rui, nor any overlap with the Shen family."

After listening to Qian Weimin's words, especially the last sentence: "I see no connection with Hui Rui, nor any overlap with the Shen family."

Jiang Mian looked at the unfamiliar name Liu Wensen and narrowed her eyes slightly.

She picked up her teacup, took a sip, and seemed lost in thought.

Qian Weimin waited for a while, but Jiang Mian didn't speak, so he couldn't help but move closer.

"Dr. Jiang, I'm not speaking up for him."

"I just feel that this person is really quite good."

"We'll have to enter the North American market sooner or later; there's no way around it."

"I think you definitely wouldn't be interested in that foreigner Smith."

"Someone just happened to deliver a proposal to our door. Should we meet with them to get a feel for their capabilities?"

"Boss Qian."

Jiang Mian put the teacup back on the table and slowly looked up at him.

"I'll take advantage of foreigners, whether it's something I should or shouldn't."

Qian Weimin nodded repeatedly, thinking to himself that these words were just like those of Doctor Jiang.

But Jiang Mian's next sentence completely stunned him.

"But I don't want a bargain that's offered to me unsolicited."

Qian Weiming was taken aback for a moment. "Huh?"

He glanced at the stack of documents on the table, then at Jiang Mian.

"Such a good opportunity, and you're just going to turn it down like that?"

At this opportune moment, Lu Ting spoke up. He slowly took another plum, tore off the wrapper, and held it to Jiang Mian's lips.

"The fish that come to you are usually hooked."

Qian Weimin's mouth was half open, and he was stuck for two seconds.

He was about to say that this statement was a bit too absolute.

But Lu Ting's ordinary tone made him feel a little tense in the back.

This couple is characterized by one being lazy and the other only knowing how to protect his wife.

They all looked less and less like people who were genuinely engaged in business.

But when it comes to crucial moments, they are all incredibly adept at grasping the key points.

Was I... too greedy?

Qian Weimin couldn't help but ask himself a question.

He sat up straight again, suppressing the slight regret he had felt earlier.

"Brother Lu, there's some truth to what you're saying."

Jiang Mian bit into a plum, and the sourness made her brows furrow.

Lu Ting immediately handed over the teacup, "Eat slowly."

Jiang Mian took a sip of tea to clear her mind before picking up the file about Liu Wensen.

"Boss Qian, just because you can't find the information doesn't mean he's innocent."

"A clean background can sometimes be a problem in itself."

Qian Weimin's heart skipped a beat.

"Dr. Jiang, do you mean he has someone backing him?"

"I don't care who's backing him now."

Jiang Mian turned to the first page of the document and tapped the name Liu Wensen with her fingertip.

"His timing was perfect."

"Smith just gave his word."

"Pierre only received a verbal acceptance letter for the French pilot program yesterday."

"GG ​​from Oriental Style has just been plastered all over Hong Kong."

"But just at this moment, someone who specializes in North American distribution channels emerged."

Upon hearing this, Qian Weimin's relaxed expression immediately faded considerably.

Jiang Mian continued to disassemble it.

"Moreover, what he gave us was just what we wanted."

"He didn't talk about investment in general terms, nor did he ask for shares right away."

"He just had to talk about North American compliance, channel building, and brand localization."

"These things are indeed unavoidable for our Oriental Flavors to enter the North American market in the future."

"On their first visit, someone can directly step into our most sensitive spots."

"And they kept saying they wouldn't take a single penny."

Jiang Mian looked at Qian Weimin, "Boss Qian, tell me, how many good people like this have you met in the business world?"

Qian Weimin's face twitched.

"Never seen it before."

After he finished speaking, he added another sentence.

"If I had actually met such a kind person, I probably would have been sold to Southeast Asia long ago."

Jiang Mian chuckled at his words.

Lu Ting pushed the small dish containing melon seeds toward her.

Jiang Mian picked up a melon seed and continued speaking.

"There's another one, he's Chinese."

Qian Weimin was taken aback.

"Are Chinese people even considered a problem?"

"That's not a problem."

Jiang Mian's tone was very flat.

"But he's playing the 'Chinese' card."

"Look, he's using the 'same roots, same origin' argument, saying he admires Eastern brands and is willing to help pave the way."

"He adopted a very humble attitude and spoke exceptionally well."

"This kind of person is much harder to guard against than someone like Smith."

"The moment Smith arrived, his face practically screamed 'profit.'"

"But Liu Wensen is the kind of person who will talk to you about ideals first, then about providing help, and only at the very end will he talk about conditions."

Qian Weimin got goosebumps on his arms from listening.

He did have that thought just now.

If Eastern products are to enter North America, they can't just rely on trial and error to find their way in.

If there really is a Chinese person who understands the rules and is willing to help, it can indeed save a lot of trouble.

But now that Jiang Mian has analyzed it this way, he realizes that every step she has taken has been incredibly comforting.

It's so comfortable that you can't help but nod in agreement.

That's the most fatal thing.

Qian Weimin rubbed his hands together.

"Dr. Jiang, should we just refuse him directly?"

"No problem." Jiang Mian closed the documents in her hand.

Qian Weimin was even more bewildered now.

"Didn't we say we didn't want this cheap deal?"

"I don't want cheap deals, but I didn't say I wouldn't accept bait that's offered to me."

Jiang Mian leaned back in her chair and lazily swung her toes.

Lu Ting casually pulled the thin blanket down to cover her exposed ankles.

Qian Weimin looked at the couple.

One was describing a treacherous scheme, while the other was carefully covering his wife with a blanket.

He couldn't help but feel emotional again.

This is outrageous! And the worst part is, it's incredibly stable... Where can you even begin to reason with this?!

Jiang Mian looked at him.

"Since Liu Wensen has already sent his visiting card, let's have him come over."

"However, we can't let him come alone."