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

In the lobby, Qian Weimin held Smith's documents with one hand and Liu Wensen's proposal with the other.

He cleared his throat.

"Since both of you are so sincere, one will provide the channels, and the other will provide the compliant route."

Qian Weimin looked at Lawyer Huang and the document recorder beside him.

"Then let's include Mr. Smith's presentation on funding and channels, and Mr. Liu's suggestions on compliance, in today's meeting minutes."

"The minutes only record the facts and do not constitute any authorization or delegation."

He bent his fingers and tapped them lightly twice on the table.

"Dongfang Fengwu has always been open and transparent in its operations. The signature is only to confirm that the statements made by the two of you today are true."

"If you're not even willing to confirm what you just said, then there's no point in continuing this meeting."

Upon hearing this, both Smith and Liu Wensen fell silent.

Smith came to Hong Kong Island because he wanted to reclaim the exclusive agency rights.

Now his channel promises to include a compliance plan from a Chinese investor in the same memorandum.

Liu Wensen did not speak immediately.

He originally intended to approach Jiang Mian through "free help" and gradually gain her trust.

But now Qian Weimin has put him in front of the lawyers and bank representatives on the spot.

If he refuses to sign, all that talk about Chinese friendship and free help will have been nothing but empty words.

Attorney Huang was clearly prepared.

He took out a meeting minutes template from his briefcase, quickly added the core statements from both sides, and sent three copies for review.

The waiter carried a red lacquered tray and presented the minutes to the two men respectively.

Smith picked up his pen, but hesitated to put it down.

Qian Weimin smiled. "Mr. Smith, with Huirui's strong distribution channels, you shouldn't be afraid of being recorded, right?"

Smith's eye twitched violently.

If he signs, at least we can continue negotiating.

If he doesn't sign, today's meeting will end here.

The three million yuan balance will become a dead debt, and he won't even be able to see Jiang Mian.

Smith gritted his teeth and forcefully signed his name.

Liu Wensen glanced at the minutes, his eyes darkening rapidly.

He offered to help for free himself.

Taking it back now would be tantamount to tearing away the skin of Chinese sentiment.

He quickly regained his smile and picked up his pen.

"Since it's helping Dongfang Fengwu, I'm naturally happy to."

Liu Wensen readily signed the document.

Two fish full of ulterior motives were thus forcibly put into the same fish basket by Qian Weimin using a single meeting summary.

Liu Wensen also signed the document.

Three minutes were returned to the major case, and Attorney Huang checked the signatures one by one. Representatives from Citibank and the document recorder confirmed the dates.

From that moment on, they were no longer two separate groups talking past each other.

Rather, they are two testimonies that witness to and restrain each other.

Liu Wensen put down his pen and looked up at Qian Weimin.

He knew he could no longer just offer empty words.

To truly unlock the secrets of Eastern culture, you must offer something that will earn their attention.

"Mr. Qian, there is actually a crucial point regarding the compliance route."

Liu Wensen spoke gently, as if offering a friendly reminder.

"The relevant agencies in North America have extremely strict inspections of imported food."

"In particular, descriptions of functions such as nourishment, improvement, and repair on packaging and in product descriptions must be thoroughly checked and removed beforehand."

He leaned back in his hardwood chair and added, "If we don't conduct self-inspections, our products can easily be detained by customs."

"In serious cases, they may face hefty fines and market bans."

The tea room fell silent.

Qian Weimin narrowed his eyes; these words sounded like a reminder.

But in this context, it's like a knife, directly targeting the part of the Eastern truffle that's most vulnerable to manipulation.

Inside the room, Jiang Mian paused, the toothpick in her hand momentarily catching her breath, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"They're here."

In the lobby, Smith, who had been wearing a sullen face, suddenly changed his expression.

He suddenly turned to look at Liu Wensen, his eyes revealing undisguised surprise for the first time.

As a seasoned veteran who has been in the North American pharmaceutical and health supplement industry for decades, he knows all too well how many pitfalls are hidden behind the words "compliance self-inspection".

Liu Wensen, however, maintained his gentle demeanor, placing his hands on the armrests of the hardwood chair and continuing to dig the pit deeper.

"Boss Qian, it's not just a matter of publicity."

"This includes detailed ingredient descriptions of Oriental Flavors, early promotional material drafts, and even usage feedback records from high-net-worth clients."

"Ideally, you could compile a complete copy of all of these and give it to me."

"North American censorship agencies are very strict and have extremely low tolerance for many food supplement terms with Eastern connotations."

"We must filter all potentially controversial information in advance; this is called prevention."

"This job is extremely demanding, but I'm doing it as a way to make friends so that our Chinese brands can successfully go global."

Liu Wensen's words were extremely well-spoken, and at first glance, it was almost impossible to find any flaws.

Qian Weimin did not respond.

He kept Jiang Mian's instructions firmly in mind, and in the first half of the game, he was only responsible for setting up the formation and maintaining order.

Upon hearing this request involving core secrets, he very consciously glanced behind him.

Inside the partition, Jiang Mian slowly and deliberately put down the small fruit fork in her hand.

She pulled out a tissue to wipe her fingers, then stood up and straightened her loose beige casual clothes.

Lu Ting immediately took a thin knitted cardigan and draped it over her shoulders.

After finishing these tasks, Lu Ting strode ahead and smoothed out the cotton cushions on the main armchair in the center of the tea room.

Then, Jiang Mian slowly walked out from behind the partition.

The air in the entire tea room inexplicably tightened at that moment.

Liu Wensen and Smith turned to look at the same time.

This legendary doctor, Jiang, who was said to be able to turn the world upside down with a flick of her wrist and beat Shen Wanyi until she screamed in pain, was not only young but also extremely beautiful.

Jiang Mian sat behind that extravagant mahogany table.

Even from a distance of three meters, the imposing presence of the person in the main seat instantly filled the entire tea room.

"Mr. Liu spoke very well just now."

Jiang Mian's tone was very calm, without any discernible emotional fluctuation.

"Compliance in North America is a big deal, and it definitely requires someone knowledgeable to help oversee it."

When Liu Wensen saw that the person in question had finally shown up and was continuing the conversation in the same direction as him, he immediately felt more confident.

He leaned forward slightly, trying to close the distance, but the air in front of him was too wide, so he could only raise his voice slightly.

"Miss Jiang, you're too kind. This is all the sincerity I should show you."

"If the data is ready, it can be handed over to my assistant today, and I will immediately arrange for the team in Vancouver to start screening overnight."

Jiang Mian completely ignored his boastful attitude and simply turned her head to look at Lawyer Huang next to her.

"Attorney Huang, get me some paper and a pen."

Attorney Huang moved swiftly, placing a blank legal letterhead with an oriental design on the table before removing the cap from his pen.