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

Qian Weimin's eyes lit up immediately.

"Dr. Jiang, do you mean to put him with whom?"

"Smith."

Upon hearing this, Qian Weimin slammed his hand on the table and exclaimed, "Brilliant!"

Lu Ting looked up and glanced at him, and Qian Weimin immediately withdrew his hand.

"Sorry, sorry, I was just too excited."

Jiang Mian slowly spoke, "Reply to Liu Wensen that Dongfang Fengwu is willing to have an interview."

"But our schedule is already full. Formal business receptions need to be arranged after Mr. Smith arrives in Hong Kong Island and completes the payment."

"The location will be the tea room on the first floor of the Peninsula Hotel."

"As for the reasons, just say that the North American market involves our existing partners, potential channel partners, and relevant legal documents."

"We hope that all representatives can attend, so as to avoid information asymmetry and repeated communication later."

Qian Weimin's eyes lit up as he listened, and he became more and more energetic.

"Once this gets out, if Liu Wensen has nothing to hide, he'll at most think we're very disciplined and meticulous in our work."

"But if he really has someone backing him, he should be getting restless by now."

Jiang Mian nodded. "That's right."

"If he is Shen Wanyi's man, then he can't avoid the issue of Smith."

"If he was someone Smith found himself, then it's even more impossible to avoid Hui Rui."

"Even if he really is a completely independent third party, it's good to let him see with his own eyes that this table of Oriental Flavors in North America is not one that anyone can sit at."

Suppressing his excitement, Qian Weimin quickly took out his pen and jotted it down in his notebook.

"The Peninsula Hotel, first floor tea room."

"After Smith makes the payment, both parties must be present at the event, which is defined as a formal business reception."

"Wow, Dr. Jiang, you're being too kind, but the knife in there is hidden far too well."

Lu Ting corrected him from the side, "This is not a knife."

Qian Weimin looked up, puzzled.

Lu Ting took Jiang Mian's empty teacup and refilled it with hot water.

"That's the rule."

Qian Weimin was stunned for a moment, then gave a thumbs up in complete admiration.

"Brother Lu, you're getting better and better at it."

Lu Ting didn't respond to him, but simply handed the warm teacup back to Jiang Mian.

"It's a little hot, drink it slowly."

Jiang Mian took the cup and casually squeezed his rough fingers.

Qian Weimin immediately and consciously looked away.

I can't watch this, my teeth are going to ache if I keep watching.

He lowered his head and continued writing, but halfway through, he remembered his business.

"What about Hui Rui's side?"

"If Smith really transfers the three million and signs a written confirmation, should we still renew his contract?"

Jiang Mian did not answer immediately this time.

She looked down at the tea leaves floating in the cup, her fair fingers gently tapping the warm cup.

Qian Weimin didn't urge her.

He knew this was no small matter.

After all, Huirui is a major player in the European and American distribution channels. Even though the two sides had a falling out before, they still need to settle accounts clearly now.

Lu Ting looked at Jiang Mian, his voice low.

"If you don't want to continue, then we won't."

After listening, Jiang Mian looked up and smiled, "Of course not."

Qian Weimin's hand holding the pen paused briefly on the paper.

"Really not renewing?"

"Um."

Jiang Mian placed the teacup steadily on the table.

"Once the final payment of three million arrives and we obtain their written confirmation of the suspension of the agency agreement, we will have achieved all our goals."

"This line with Smith ends here."

Qian Weimin felt his heart skip a beat.

This move was even more ruthless than he had imagined.

He originally thought that Dr. Jiang was forcing Smith to pay in order to force the other party back to the negotiating table, and then drastically modify the cooperation terms to gain more benefits.

As it turned out, Dr. Jiang had no intention of letting Pfizer get back on board.

What she wants is money and evidence.

More importantly, there is that legal document that can completely shut the other party up in international trade.

Once Smith has all these things in hand, he probably won't even have the right to sit down and have a cup of tea.

Qian Weimin felt a surge of heat in his back.

"Dr. Jiang, isn't it a waste of time for Smith to come all this way?"

Jiang Mian glanced at him.

"He didn't make a wasted trip; he'll bring the money back."

Qian Weimin couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

"Yes, yes, as long as you bring the money, it won't be a wasted trip."

Lu Ting chuckled softly.

Jiang Mian added slowly.

"He'll bring Hui Rui's face with him."

"Sometimes this stuff is even more useful than money."

Qian Weimin immediately understood.

Smith sat down in the Peninsula Hotel’s tea room, and Liu Wensen followed suit.

One was an old business partner who had just been cheated out of his final payment by Doctor Jiang and was looking disheveled.

Another is the new North American channel that proactively offers itself to you with an extremely humble attitude.

If these two people already knew each other, the scene would be quite interesting.

The scene would be even more interesting if they pretended not to know each other.

If both sides end up backing Shen Wanyi, then this situation will become very interesting.

Qian Weimin became more and more excited as he thought about it, and his pen almost poked a hole in the paper.

"Let two fish bite the same fishing line, and then it's all up to your hand gestures to decide which end to pull."

Jiang Mian glanced at him and teased him.

"Boss Qian, you're becoming more and more cultured in your speech."

Qian Weimin immediately puffed out his chest proudly.

"Of course, after spending so much time by your side, Dr. Jiang, I'm bound to make some progress."

Lu Ting was speechless at this sycophantic fool. "Boss Qian, don't learn too many different things."

Qian Weimin: "..."

He strongly suspected that Brother Lu was subtly criticizing him.

But he had no evidence.

Jiang Mian smiled gently.

When Lu Ting saw her smile, the lines on his face softened as well. He reached out and took an orange from the fruit plate and began to peel it.

As Qian Weimin looked at it, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Brother Lu, I sometimes really admire you."

"Look, although Doctor Jiang is good at strategizing, Brother Lu, you're not bad either. You can make clothes, do handicrafts, and..."

"Huh?" Qian Weimin said, noticing that this big guy who was always around Jiang Mian like a bodyguard seemed to know quite a lot.

"Um... Brother Lu, I've noticed that you seem to know a little bit about all sorts of strange and unusual tasks, and you're quite good at them."

"How about opening a custom-made shop on Hong Kong Island?"

"I guarantee that if you open this shop, it will definitely become a renowned brand in Hong Kong!"

Lu Ting didn't even look up. "No need."

Qian Weimin had already guessed this answer, but he still teased him on purpose.

"Hey, give it a try. Maybe you'll become a top expert in the field of personalized customization in the future."

Lu Ting held a segment of orange to Jiang Mian's lips.

"I don't have time, I have to cook for Mianmian."