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

Lu Ting held the plate of sliced ​​apples, the veins on the back of his hand throbbing.

Red carpet.

Also, a 10-centimeter-thick red blanket specially designed for pregnant women.

Qian Weimin's brain is probably full of mush.

Lu Ting frowned deeply, suppressing his anger, and placed the plate on the coffee table past Qian Weimin.

Then he turned around and looked down at Qian Weimin, who was still gesticulating wildly.

"Why lay out a red carpet?" Lu Ting's voice was full of disdain.

"The newly laid red carpet is frayed at the edges. Mianmian is wearing flat shoes; what if she trips on the yarn and falls?"

"Besides, the new blankets have a strong smell of dye and glue, and she can't stand any odor right now. Do you want to make her lose her appetite because of the smell?"

Qian Weimin was so shocked by the rebuke that his mouth dropped open, and the excitement he had just felt about making a big fuss about it immediately got stuck in his throat.

He looked down at the marble floor, then at Lu Ting.

"But these stone slabs are hard, what if they're slippery?"

"I'll help you if you slip," Lu Ting retorted irritably.

He took a step to the side, completely blocking Jiang Mian behind him, and then stretched out his finger to draw a line on the ground.

"Boss Qian, since you insist on helping, then I'll set some rules."

Qian Weimin quickly stood up straight, his attitude as upright as could be.

"Brother Lu, tell me, and I'll write it down in my notebook."

Ah Hai immediately pulled out a small notebook and a fountain pen from behind.

Lu Ting stared at Qian Weimin's big gold chain, and smelled a faint scent of hair wax wafting from him, causing his stomach to churn uncontrollably.

He swallowed twice, forcibly suppressing the nausea.

"From today onwards, no man other than me is allowed to come within three meters of Mianmian."

Qian Weimin was completely stunned. "Three meters?"

"Yes, three meters." Lu Ting's tone left no room for negotiation.

"Men either smell of smoke or sweat, and the hair wax in your hair is too strong."

Lu Ting pointed to Qian Weimin's head, "This smell makes me nauseous."

Qian Weimin was so frightened that he immediately took two big steps back, afraid that his own smell would provoke this wife-protecting fanatic and pregnant woman who was also taking on the burden of pregnancy.

"Then...how do we negotiate this deal?" Qian Weimin slapped his thigh anxiously.

"I'm meeting Smith and that Liu Wensen at the South District Tea House the day after tomorrow!"

"If we're really three meters apart, you'd have to use a bamboo pole to carry a contract over, and you can't even reach the edge of the table to pour tea. Isn't that a joke!"

Jiang Mian leaned back in the sofa cushions, picked up a piece of apple with a toothpick, put it in her mouth, and bit it with a crunching sound.

Hearing Lu Ting's exaggerated request, she not only didn't object, but found it quite amusing.

She wanted to see how Qian Weimin, this shrewd businessman, would break this deadlock.

Qian Weimin paced back and forth anxiously, muttering "three meters, three meters" repeatedly.

As he walked, he suddenly stopped.

Qian Weimin clapped his hands together sharply, making a crisp sound, and his expression instantly changed from anxious to ecstatic.

"I've got it! I've got it!"

Lu Ting frowned at him. "Keep your voice down, don't make such a fuss."

Qian Weimin quickly lowered his voice, but he was so excited he almost jumped up.

"Brother Lu! That's a brilliant move! This isn't just about preventing odors; it's a killer weapon at the business negotiation table!"

Lu Ting looked completely bewildered, having no idea why he was getting so excited.

Ah Hai, holding a pen, asked, completely bewildered.

"Boss, how does three meters become a deadly weapon?"

"Do you even know what iron is?!" Qian Weimin turned around and cursed, then immediately looked at Jiang Mian with a smile.

"Dr. Jiang, please think about it."

"When we discuss business, we all sit around the same table. No matter how big your boss is, we all serve tea and water on the same level. That's what we call being equals, right?"

Jiang Mian finished the last bite of her apple, pulled out a tissue to wipe her fingers, and nodded slowly, "Continue."

Qian Weimin rubbed his hands together, becoming more and more excited as he spoke.

"But what are our Oriental Treasures? They're top-tier luxury! The most sought-after goods! Divine items that foreigners line up with money but can't buy!"

"If it's a top-tier luxury brand, why should it be on par with them?"

He pointed to the open space ahead and began to gesture and act it out.

"I know that teahouse in the South District very well; there's a huge huanghuali wood table right in the middle."

"At that time, Dr. Jiang, you will sit in the main seat, with the seats on both sides left empty."

"Smith and Liu Wensen want to see you, that's fine, but their chairs must be placed at least three meters away!"

"What's this called? This is the highest level of business etiquette in the East!"

Qian Weimin raised his chin, making an arrogant expression.

"Three meters away, that's absolute territory. They can't even touch the hem of your clothes."

"Want to talk? Sure, but please raise your voice a little. Don't try to get close to me and try to build a relationship."

"Things like handing over documents and pouring tea are all handled by pretty and efficient waitresses."

"With this kind of grand entrance..." Qian Weimin clicked his tongue twice, "those two foreigners will feel inferior to us the moment they walk in."

"The oppressive aura of those in power is enough to completely control them without them even saying a word!"

After listening to this long speech, Lu Ting's expression softened slightly.

He didn't understand the oppressive feeling of being in a superior position; he only cared about one thing.

"Waiters are not allowed to wear perfume or nail polish, and their nails must be neatly trimmed."

"No problem! Absolutely no problem!" Qian Weimin agreed repeatedly.

Jiang Mian couldn't help but chuckle as she watched Qian Weimin's self-satisfied expression.

Qian Weimin truly lives up to his reputation as a shrewd businessman in Hong Kong.

What Lu Ting had set out purely to prevent bumps and knocks, he had transformed into a unique tabletop order for the brand.

Compared to the red tape of the West, setting this three-meter distance is truly bizarre and carries a strange sense of oppression.

Jiang Mian leaned back on the sofa, finding a more comfortable position.

"Boss Qian, this is a good idea. Let's do it your way."

"I'll leave the arrangement of the tea room to you. Don't make it too fancy; make it elegant and spacious."

Jiang Mian gently tapped her knee with her fingers.

"The chairs should be firm, not soft sofas. Make them sit up straight when you talk to me."

Qian Weimin was so happy that his mouth was practically stretched to the back of his head.

"Don't worry, Dr. Jiang, I'll personally oversee this. I'll make those two feel guilty even before they step through the door!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the walkie-talkie outside the door rang.

Ah Hai quickly ran over to answer the phone.

After listening for a few minutes, he immediately covered the microphone, turned to look at the people in the living room, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"Boss, Ms. Jiang! We've received a message from Citibank."

Qian Weimin's ears perked up immediately. "Quick, tell me, has the money arrived?"

Ahai nodded vigorously.

"We have just confirmed with the New York side that the final payment of three million dollars has completed internal review and has officially entered the disbursement process."

"It will definitely arrive in our oversight account in Xia Country before sunset today!"