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

Qian Weimin clenched his fist tightly and swung it forcefully.

"Good! Excellent! That stubborn mule Smith finally coughed up the money in full!"

Jiang Mian remained calm, only slightly curving her eyes at the corners.

This money wasn't a bargaining chip; it was Smith paying for his arrogance, and it was also the only ticket to the South Tea Room.

……

the other side.

Tomato County in the interior of Xiahe.

The county government compound was well past lunchtime, but the lights were still on in Zhao Jianguo's office.

Zhao Jianguo stood in front of the large desk, holding a deposit slip that had just been faxed from the Bank of China branch in the provincial capital.

In an era when foreign exchange is scarcer than gold, this thin sheet of paper carries a weight so great that it can overturn the entire province's economic and trade reports.

Xiao Qin stood to the side, gripping the hem of her clothes tightly with both hands, breathing rapidly.

"Secretary," Xiao Qin said excitedly, his words tumbling out incoherently.

"Three million Ugly Dollars! A full three million Ugly Dollars in foreign exchange!"

Xiao Qin's voice trembled violently, and even her eyes were red.

"Our province's total foreign exchange earnings for the entire year last year didn't even reach this level. Sister Jiang, this is truly unprecedented!"

Zhao Jianguo took a deep breath and slammed the billing slip heavily on the table, his palm slightly numb from the force.

"Wow, what a wonderful sight this Eastern place is!"

Zhao Jianguo pointed at the form and laughed heartily.

"I knew it. When this girl is doing business abroad, she will never let foreigners take advantage of us in the slightest."

After laughing, Zhao Jianguo's expression immediately turned serious, and he resumed his capable and composed demeanor.

He looked at Xiao Qin and immediately gave the order.

"It's good that the money has arrived, but that's only half the battle."

"That foreigner named Smith is very cunning. Little Jiang is all alone in Hong Kong. We must hold the shield steady for her from the rear."

Zhao Jianguo walked to the filing cabinet and took out a folder of official documents that he had prepared in advance.

"Xiao Qin, take this copy of the voucher right now, along with the confirmation letter of suspension of agency rights that Hui Rui sent earlier, and make a joint filing with our county's legal affairs office and economic and trade bureau."

"It needs the highest-level official seal!"

Zhao Jianguo's voice was loud and clear, exuding an unshakeable confidence.

"I want it clearly written in the records that this three million is a legitimate outstanding payment owed by Huirui to our companies."

"They issued a suspension confirmation letter, indicating that the previous exclusive agency agreement has been voided."

"Once this money is in the account, it's a dead debt; nobody can get it back as leverage!"

Xiao Qin nodded emphatically, "Secretary, don't worry, I'll take care of it right away."

"I've already spoken to the people in the legal department; they can finish building it even if they work overtime tonight!"

Zhao Jianguo waved him away.

Watching Xiao Qin run off, Zhao Jianguo walked to the window, looking at the night view of the county town outside, feeling extremely at ease.

With the government stepping in to cover the costs and register the funds, this three million yuan is the sharpest knife in Jiang Mian's hand.

Anyone who dares to bring up this money in the future will be going against the country's foreign exchange management policy.

Even if Smith has extraordinary abilities, he still has to behave himself in the face of our rules.

……

Hong Kong Island.

Qian Weimin held the review telegram from Citibank's Hong Kong Island branch in his hand, and was so happy that he jumped up and down in the living room.

"We're here!"

"Dr. Jiang, not only has the money arrived, but Secretary Zhao has also called us long distance."

"The domestic paperwork has been completed and officially stamped!"

Qian Weimin respectfully placed the telegram on the coffee table, then very consciously retreated three meters away.

Lu Ting then picked up the paper and read it carefully.

After confirming that everything was correct, it was handed to Jiang Mian, who was leaning against the sofa.

Jiang Mian took the telegram, glanced at it casually, and put it aside.

There were no surprises; everything was as expected.

Qian Weimin stood next to the mahogany pillar, rubbing his hands excitedly.

"Dr. Jiang, how should we write our reply?"

His eyes shone, and his voice was very low.

Should I only confirm receipt of the final payment and the meeting time, or should I leave him some room for misunderstanding and let him keep me hanging on?

Jiang Mian raised her eyelids and chuckled softly.

"Leave no room for compromise; especially in times like these, your reply should be as concise as possible."

Qian Weimin's smile faltered slightly as he instantly understood.

Jiang Mian picked up the small fork next to her, forked a piece of apple, and slowly ate it.

"This three million is a historical debt; the receipt confirmation only proves that the old debt has been settled."

"If Smith could just add one more ambiguous word to his reply, he could use it to tell the board that he has regained his ability to exercise proxy rights."

Qian Weimin felt a slight tingling sensation in his back; he finally understood completely.

Jiang Mian is settling old scores and closing new ones.

Smith thought he had bought back the right to negotiate for three million, but in reality he only bought a seat to make things clear.

Smith used the remaining payment as a rope to try and control Dongfang Fengwu.

Now that the rope is in Jiang Mian's hands, Smith still has to come in himself and stick his neck under the rules.

Qian Weimin couldn't help but take a breath.

"Dr. Jiang, your technique..."

He swallowed his words halfway through.

Praising him too much might make him seem unsophisticated.

Although he really wanted to slam his fist on the table and applaud.

Qian Weimin immediately turned to look at Ahai.

"Ah Hai, quickly write this down. Only write three things in your reply."

"First, the final payment has been received."

"Secondly, Oriental Style agrees to arrange a brief business meeting at the South District Tea House the day after tomorrow morning."

"Third, the participants will be subject to our final confirmation."

He paused, then added another sentence.

"Have Attorney Huang review the wording."

"Any words that could be interpreted as resuming cooperation, restarting agency, or reauthorization have been deleted."

Ah Hai nodded immediately, "Understood, Boss."

Jiang Mian leaned back into the soft pillow, a lazy smile on her lips.

"Be more polite."

Qian Weimin immediately responded.

"I understand. He was so polite that Smith couldn't find fault with him, and he was so angry that he couldn't sleep tonight."

Jiang Mian's eyes crinkled into a smile.

Boss Qian's mouth is definitely suited for this kind of thing.

Lu Ting stood to the side and casually moved the fruit plate closer to Jiang Mian.

He didn't care whether Smith could sleep or not; he only cared whether the meeting the day after tomorrow would disturb Jiang Mian.

Lu Ting turned to look at Qian Weimin and gave him a cold reminder.

"The temperature in the tea room will be controlled at 26 degrees Celsius the day after tomorrow."

"Good ventilation is required, no incense is allowed, and no seafood or cold food is permitted for tea and snacks."

Qian Weimin nodded repeatedly.

"Don't worry, Brother Lu, I'll be keeping a close eye on all of this."

"Make sure the South District teahouse is run exactly according to your rules, from the entrance to the table legs."

Lu Ting's brows relaxed a little.

Just then, Ah Hai hurriedly walked in from outside.

He held a newly received business card in his hand.

Before even approaching the living room, they stopped three meters away.

Ah Hai handed the business card to Qian Weimin.

"Boss, Liu Wensen has replied."

Qian Weimin took the business card, glanced at it, and his expression immediately became interesting.

He looked up at Jiang Mian, his eyes filled with the excitement of watching a show.

"Dr. Jiang, Liu Wensen has agreed."

"The intermediary said that Mr. Liu respects all arrangements made by Dongfang Fengwu."

"We are also willing to exchange opinions on the North American market openly and transparently, with existing partners present."

Qian Weimin deliberately emphasized the words "open and transparent".

After saying that, he couldn't help but laugh.

"That's well said. It sounds much more respectable than what that foreigner Smith said."

Jiang Mian didn't speak immediately; she looked down at the business card.

Liu Wensen.

Vancouver Chinese Industry Foundation.

North American compliance.

Channel development.

Brand localization.

Every word treads on the path that Eastern culture is about to take.

Lu Ting frowned slightly when he saw her staring at the business card.

"Tired?"

Jiang Mian shook her head. "No."

She placed the business card back on the coffee table and gently rested her fingers on her lower abdomen.

The movement was very subtle, but Lu Ting saw it immediately.

He immediately pulled up the thin blanket next to her to cover her knees.

Jiang Mian looked up at him, her smile softening slightly.

Qian Weimin stood three meters away and swallowed back the sarcasm that was on the tip of his tongue.

Now, Doctor Jiang has two bodies, and Brother Lu is in a state where he can carry someone out at any time.

It's safer for him to say less.

After a moment of silence in the living room, Jiang Mian looked at Qian Weimin again.

That's all for now.

"The day after tomorrow morning, I'll see which of these two fish will expose the hook in its mouth first."