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

Qian Weimin exaggeratedly patted his chest and leaned back.

"Okay, I knew it would be the same line."

"Among all the wealthy people on Hong Kong Island, none of them are as good at refusing to make money as you, Brother Lu."

Jiang Mian ate an orange while speaking indistinctly.

"Boss Qian, don't even think about him. My husband's only job is to be beautiful."

"I can handle the menial work of making money!"

Qian Weimin: ? ? ?

Qian Weimin felt that he had said these words superfluously; he just felt uncomfortable all over.

Envy can be twisted!

Qian Weimin scratched his face, as if tens of thousands of ants were crawling on it.

"Alright, alright, even if I had ten times the courage, I wouldn't dare to trick Brother Lu away from the kitchen and the sewing machine."

Lu Ting raised his head and looked at him quietly.

Qian Weimin, with a strong will to survive, immediately changed his story.

"Of course, the most important thing is not to lure Brother Lu away from you, Doctor Jiang."

Lu Ting then lowered his head in satisfaction and continued peeling the next orange.

Qian Weimin secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Talking to this couple is far too risky.

At that moment, the villa door was pushed open from the outside.

Ahai was holding a stack of newly compiled supplementary materials, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.

"BOSS".

Qian Weimin seemed to see a savior and quickly waved to him.

"Ah Hai, come here, tell me quickly, what have you found out this time?"

Ahai respectfully placed the documents on the table.

"We've received some additional information from Liu Wensen's side."

"He booked a flight from Vancouver this morning to come to Hong Kong Island."

"If we're talking about timing, it should land around midnight tonight."

"He was accompanied by only one assistant, who did not contact the media directly, nor did he contact anyone from the Hong Kong Island Chamber of Commerce."

Qian Weimin looked at Jiang Mian and said, "This person is quite low-key."

Jiang Mian flipped through those pages of documents.

"The more low-key they are, the more they seem to be scouting ahead."

Ahai continued his report.

"In addition, the middleman also said that Liu Wensen emphasized that he only wanted to visit you, Mr. Qian, and would absolutely not disturb Ms. Jiang rashly."

He also said that Oriental Style is currently in the spotlight and he is very willing to follow our pace.

After hearing this, Qian Weimin scoffed.

"That's a perfect way to put it."

Jiang Mian pushed the documents back.

"Then let him follow our pace."

She turned to Qian Weimin and gave him instructions.

"Go and reply to the middleman now."

"First of all, thank you, Mr. Liu, for your positive outlook on our Oriental brand."

"Oriental Style welcomes suggestions from professionals."

"The North American market is of great importance, and all meetings must be arranged by us."

"The meeting is tentatively scheduled for the tea room on the first floor of the Peninsula Hotel. The specific time will be confirmed after Mr. Smith arrives in Hong Kong Island and completes the final payment of the existing contract."

Qian Weimin quickly finished writing it down and then asked another question.

"Should we mention the lawyer?"

"carry."

Jiang Mian raised her hand and tapped her fingertips on the table.

"Tell him that we will invite local lawyers, bank representatives, and document witnesses from the Foreign Trade Office to be present at the event."

"Since he's here to help, let's all help him clearly and transparently."

Qian Weimin grinned.

"Once this gets out, those who really want to pull some tricks will probably lose their appetite for dinner tonight."

Ah Hai, who was listening nearby, was a little stunned.

He was only responsible for investigating people.

But after hearing Doctor Jiang's arrangements, he suddenly realized that this was not just a simple meeting.

This clearly shows that the path the other party needs to take has been drawn up in advance.

If you want to leave, you can only follow the path that Dongfang Fengwu has drawn for you.

If you don't want to leave, it's like directly exposing your guilty conscience.

After Qian Weimin finished writing, he suddenly asked another question.

"Dr. Jiang, should we also inform Smith that a new North American distributor might be attending?"

Jiang Mian looked up at him. "Of course we need to notify them."

Qian Weimin slapped his forehead.

"That's right, how can we make him worry if we don't tell him?"

Jiang Mian corrected, "This isn't to make him anxious."

"This is to ensure transparency in business communications."

Qian Weimin nodded immediately.

"Yes, yes, business transparency, business transparency."

He couldn't help but laugh after he finished speaking.

"I've realized now, these four words are incredibly useful."

"They can talk about business transparency before they hit someone, and they can talk about business transparency after they hit someone."

Liu Wensen's resume is indeed very impressive.

It's so beautiful that it perfectly fills the current gaps in Eastern aesthetics.

A few days ago, Jiang Mian might have asked Qian Weimin to meet with him first and hear what he had to say.

But the timing is far too tight.

Smith had just backed down, Shen Wanyi had just suffered a major defeat in Hong Kong, and the GG effect of Oriental Flavors had only just begun to explode.

Just then, someone reached out and offered to pave the way for her to North America for free.

Jiang Mian didn't believe it.

She had already learned her lesson from Smith once, and she would never again easily hand over the brand's lifeline to any outsider.

Seeing that she had been looking at the documents for a while without saying anything, Lu Ting spoke softly.

"Tired?"

"good."

Jiang Mian put down the documents and leaned closer to him.

"I just think these people are quite interesting."

"Pierre is so eager to seize the agency rights that he's practically sleeping on our terrace."

"Smith wanted to come back and renegotiate, but he couldn't bear to lose face."

"If Liu Wensen wants to get in, he knows to first put on a facade of Chinese camaraderie."

"They all felt they were dealt a good hand."

Lu Ting pulled the thin blanket over her shoulders, his voice steady.

"The cards are in your hand."

Jiang Mian looked up at him, and Lu Ting added another sentence.

"They're just people who came to borrow the table to play cards."

Qian Weimin stopped what he was doing upon hearing this.

He looked at Lu Ting with admiration in his eyes and couldn't help but give him a thumbs up again.

"Brother Lu, your progress is too fast."

"If this were used as promotional material for a press conference, the newspapers in Hong Kong would definitely go crazy writing about it."

Lu Ting pretended not to hear.

Jiang Mian smiled and stared at her husband, "Boss Qian, don't praise him anymore, he'll take it seriously."

Lu Ting looked down at the person in his arms.

"I was already listening to what they said."

Jiang Mian was speechless after being shut down by his words, so she could only reach out her finger and gently poke the back of his hand.

Qian Weimin quickly lowered his head and pretended to be seriously organizing the documents.

If he kept watching, he felt like he wouldn't need to eat dinner tonight.

They're full just eating dog food.

With the important matters settled, Qian Weimin immediately stood up.

"I'll go back and make the arrangements now."

"I'll have someone relay the message to Liu Wensen immediately."

"I will also send a formal telegram to Smith, reminding him that there will be no face-to-face meeting until the final payment is received."

Jiang Mian nodded. "Be more polite."

Qian Weimin smiled like an old fox.

"I understand, I'll be so polite that he'll want to smash the cup on the spot."

Jiang Mian: "..."

Boss Qian's ability to infuriate people is truly top-notch at times.

Ah Hai carefully put away the documents and was preparing to leave with Qian Weimin.

Just as he reached the door, he suddenly remembered something and slapped his forehead.

"Oh dear, I almost forgot something important."

Qian Weimin turned around. "What is it now?"

Ah Hai immediately turned around and ran downstairs.

A short while later, he came up carrying a huge insulated foam box.

The box was so big that he found it difficult to wrap his arms around it.

He carried the box all the way to the edge of the terrace, and let out a heavy sigh when he put it down.

Qian Weimin immediately perked up when he saw the box.

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Thank you to [Yingyiye] for the author's certification! I'll add an extra chapter for now, and maybe another one tomorrow if I have time.