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

Two days later, in the tea room on the first floor of a private club in the South District.

There was no incense burning in the tea room, only a very faint natural herbal scent.

The originally elegant tea room was transformed by Qian Weimin into a spacious and dignified space, and he even measured the distance between the chair legs.

In the very center of the tea room, there is a large mahogany table more than three meters long.

Behind the desk was a large armchair for the main seat.

There was a full three meters of empty space directly in front of the main seat, with nothing placed there.

Only three meters away were several hardwood Ming-style official hat chairs placed side by side.

Lu Ting smoothed out the pure cotton cushion on the main seat and carefully checked the corners of the table for any splinters.

Jiang Mian found the front hall boring, so she simply nestled into the soft couch behind the partition in the back.

Not only is it comfortable here, but you can also hear clearly what's happening outside, and most importantly, you can't feel a single breeze.

Lu Ting, holding a small plate of sliced, seeded apples, lowered his voice and instructed, "You stay inside and don't need to come out unless necessary."

Jiang Mian leaned comfortably against the soft couch, "I know, I know!"

"I'll leave the first half to Boss Qian. I want to hear who will slip up first."

Lu Ting nodded, turned around and walked back to the front hall.

Qian Weimin wore a dark red Tang suit with Chinese knot buttons today, and even his most treasured gold chain was tucked into the collar, for fear of showing any ostentatiousness that would displease Lu Ting.

He stood beside the large table, carefully instructing the two waiters on the details.

"Remember, don't get too close when pouring tea, use a red lacquered tray to hand over documents, and keep your footsteps quiet."

The valet outside rushed in, "Boss Qian, the guests have all arrived."

Qian Weimin immediately stood up straight and raised his chin slightly.

Smith, accompanied by his assistant Victor, was the first to cross the threshold.

He still had some noticeable dark circles under his eyes, clearly indicating that he hadn't adjusted to the time difference yet.

In addition, he was already seething with anger, so his face looked extremely unpleasant.

Not long after, Liu Wensen and his assistant also entered the courtyard.

Liu Wensen wore a well-tailored, high-end bespoke suit, with a gentle and refined smile on his face.

The two groups bumped into each other in the porch.

Smith frowned and looked Liu Wensen up and down.

Liu Wensen proactively extended his hand, saying, "This must be Mr. Smith, the Far East representative of Huirui. I've heard so much about you. I'm Liu Wensen from the Canadian Chinese Foundation."

Smith frowned even more, but still reached out and gave a brief touch.

He received a telegram before he arrived, informing him that representatives from the new North American channel would be present.

But Liu Wensen's air of a financial elite didn't seem like that of a simple intermediary.

The two followed the waiter into the main hall of the tea room.

Upon entering, both of them stopped in their tracks.

The huge tea room was surprisingly empty.

Behind the extravagantly large mahogany table directly in front of him, Qian Weimin stood with his hands behind his back, exuding the air of a head manager.

Attorney Huang and the Citibank representative sat at the far end of the large table, leaving even the central seat empty.

When Qian Weimin saw that the guests had arrived, he raised his hand and pointed to the hardwood official's hat chairs three meters away, saying politely, "Please take a seat, gentlemen."

Smith glanced at the exaggerated distance, then at the empty head seat behind the large table.

He asked, "Where is Miss Jiang?"

Qian Weimin wore a polite smile, but showed no intention of going out to greet him.

"Dr. Jiang will be attending the meeting shortly. I will host the first half on behalf of Oriental Style."

"Since you two have both brought plans for the North American market, we can get things clear up first."

Smith gritted his back teeth.

He handed over three million dollars, traveled halfway around the world to Hong Kong Island, only to find he couldn't even get a comfortable sofa.

Now they're even being forced to stand three meters away and yell at people.

But he couldn't leave yet, because the final payment had become evidence that the old debts had been settled.

This table is his only chance to rediscover the beauty of the East.

Smith could only sit down with a sullen face.

Liu Wensen glanced down at the distance between the seats, straightened his cufflinks, and his smile remained unchanged.

He sat down one seat away from Smith.

A composed demeanor.

Seeing that the guests were all seated, Qian Weimin cleared his throat.

"A representative from Citibank is here to witness that the remaining three million was settled yesterday."

"The old scores have been settled. We at Oriental Style are a brand that values ​​rules and regulations, and we are naturally willing to listen to the sincerity that Mr. Smith has brought today."

Smith was so angry at Qian Weimin's behavior that he felt a tightness in his chest.

But eager to regain control, he turned his head and gestured to his assistant Victor to bring out a document.

The waiter immediately went over, took the documents with a red lacquered tray, stepped back three meters away, and handed them to Qian Weimin with both hands.

Smith raised his voice so that people three meters away could hear him clearly, "All of Hui Rui's sincerity is in this."

"We have established medical channels in North America, high-end supermarket resources, and a sufficient marketing budget."

"As long as Oriental Truffle regains its exclusive distribution rights, Huirui can cover major state capitals and core high-end supermarkets across the United States within three months."

Qian Weimin flipped through two pages, then slowly closed the document.

My fingertips pressed against the cover, without offering a single word of praise.

"The distribution channels are indeed readily available."

He turned to look at Liu Wensen, "Where is Mr. Liu?"

"You flew all the way to Hong Kong Island specifically to offer help for free?"

Liu Wensen smiled slightly and leaned forward moderately.

"Mr. Qian, Oriental Flavors' recent performance in Hong Kong Island is nothing short of a miracle."

"It's hard for me, a Chinese who has lived overseas for many years, not to be moved to see a brand that truly belongs to the East being sought after by the high society in Hong Kong."

Liu Wensen spoke gently and slowly got to the point.

"However, I have been investing in cross-border consumer goods in North America for many years, and I am very clear that the rules there are different from those in Hong Kong."

He glanced at Smith.

"Mr. Smith's channels are indeed powerful, but if the products cannot pass local import compliance reviews, no matter how many channels there are, it's just an empty promise."

Smith's face darkened. This Liu guy talks like he's performing in a play—hypocritical!

Liu Wensen gestured to his assistant to bring out a genuine leather folder.

The waiter took the tray again and handed it to Qian Weimin.

"This is the preliminary framework for the North American compliance roadmap that I personally drafted. It includes all the steps from legal review and importer qualification review to localized brand operation."

Liu Wensen clasped his hands together, his tone sincere.

"I will not charge any fees for this preliminary framework."

"When Eastern brands go global, someone has to mark the potholes along the way first."

Smith's face darkened even more upon hearing this.

Hui Rui certainly understands compliance; this was originally a bargaining chip he prepared for subsequent negotiations.

He wants to first regain the agency rights, and then use North American rules to slowly block Eastern products.

Then someone suddenly appeared and hijacked the deal, adopting such a humble attitude, not talking about profits but only about helping.

Jiang Mian used a toothpick to pick up a piece of apple.

When she heard the word "free," the corners of her lips curved slightly.

Lu Ting stood beside her and silently added warm water to her cup.

"One was in a hurry to close the door, while the other was in a hurry to pry it open."

"They're both putting in a lot of effort."