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

Liu Wensen was drinking water when he suddenly heard the name of the Chinese woman surnamed Shen. He almost choked and instantly felt like he was being hung up to dry.

Jiang Mian slowly sipped the warm water, without urging him at all.

It was as if she had been waiting for Smith to say those words.

Qian Weimin, however, immediately perked up.

Now that Smith had spoken, he completely let go of his concerns and his speaking speed became steady.

"She hinted to us that Oriental Style's cash flow wouldn't last much longer."

"They also said that the production side in mainland China simply cannot supply goods in the long term."

She also said that Ms. Jiang is young and has little international business experience.

"If we, Huirui, exert a little pressure on the final payment and the North American channels, we can force Dongfang Fengwu to accept lower cooperation terms."

Although Qian Weimin had already heard Jiang Mian's analysis, he was still somewhat gritting his teeth when he heard it confirmed by Smith.

"That Shen Wanyi, she's really persistent!"

Lu Ting's expression also turned cold.

He disliked hearing others plot against Jiang Mian, and he disliked even more anyone taking advantage of her pregnancy to cause trouble outside.

Jiang Mian's eyes remained expressionless, but she still pretended not to know anything as she looked at Smith.

"Surname Shen? What's your full name? Is there any written proof?"

Smith hesitated for a moment.

Once this matter is brought to light, Hui Rui will not be clean either.

But now Liu Wensen is sitting across from him, and Pierre is pushing forward with pilot programs in Europe.

If he wants to get back into the North American shortlist, he must offer something of sufficient value.

"Shen's Chinese name is... Shen Wanyi."

"I have some fax transcripts and meeting memos here."

Jiang Mian's lips curled up slightly.

"I want a copy."

Smith immediately seized this opportunity, attempting to turn the evidence into leverage.

"So, is Huirui's first-round candidate status confirmed?"

Jiang Mian interrupted him directly.

"As long as the evidence is valid, the qualification will be effective."

Smith felt a lump in his throat; this woman really wouldn't give up even the slightest advantage.

He turned to Viktor and gave him instructions.

"Bring out that New York memo summary."

Victor looked somewhat troubled.

"Sir, that document contains information about internal communications at headquarters."

"take."

Victor could only open his briefcase and take out a copy of a telegram summary marked with an internal number.

The waiter took it on a red lacquered tray and, as per protocol, first presented it to Attorney Huang.

Attorney Huang did not hand the documents directly to Jiang Mian.

He quickly scanned the key lines to confirm there were no obvious traps before handing the document over to Qian Weimin.

Qian Weimin's expression changed after only glancing at it twice.

"Dr. Jiang, the document does indeed mention the Shen family, and also a fax number from New York."

Liu Wensen finally couldn't sit still any longer.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I believe today's meeting has strayed from its original topic."

He put down his water glass, stood up, and spoke in a relatively calm tone.

"We were just trying to offer some compliance advice for North America out of goodwill."

"But now they've been dragged into these baseless accusations."

"To avoid this information affecting our judgment, I suggest we conclude today's meeting here."

After saying that, he reached for the folder on the table.

Lu Ting moved his feet, and his tall figure blocked the entrance to the tea room.

He didn't touch Liu Wensen, and simply said, "Sign the minutes before you leave."

Liu Wensen's face stiffened.

"Mr. Lu, what do you mean by this?"

Lu Ting's gaze fell on his face, leaving no room for negotiation.

"What you just said will be recorded in the meeting minutes."

Qian Weimin immediately chimed in.

"Yes, Mr. Liu, we value transparency in business."

"Weren't you just quite supportive of open and transparent communication?"

Liu Wensen's face turned even uglier after being silenced by those words.

Jiang Mian leaned back into the soft cushion.

"Since Mr. Liu is innocent, this meeting minutes will not do you any harm."

"You just asked to take away our core information on Oriental Flavors, and Mr. Smith pointed out the risks involved."

"Now Hui Rui has submitted another lead regarding Shen's interference."

"These are just objective records; signing them shouldn't be difficult, right?"

Liu Wensen's hands tensed as he slowly sat back down.

Attorney Huang has already compiled the new meeting minutes.

It was clearly stated in the minutes.

First, Liu Wensen offered to assist with compliance in North America and requested to review materials such as ingredient descriptions, early promotional materials, and follow-up records of high-net-worth clients.

Second, Smith pointed out that if the aforementioned information were maliciously submitted to North American review agencies, it could lead to an investigation into Oriental Style's products.

Third, Smith submitted a summary of clues regarding Shen's commercial pressure tactics, which Oriental Style reserves the right to verify.

Fourth, all participants acknowledge that all statements are merely a record of the facts of the meeting and do not constitute any authorization, agency, or commitment to cooperation.

The waiter brought the documents to Smith.

Smith signed quickly this time, and he even added Victor's name as a witness.

When it was Liu Wensen's turn, he picked up the pen but hesitated to use it.

Qian Weimin smiled and reminded him, "Mr. Liu, are your hands tired?"

Liu Wensen raised his head.

"The statements about me in this memoir are clearly biased."

Attorney Huang adjusted his glasses.

"If Mr. Liu feels there is anything inappropriate, he can offer specific suggestions for modification."

Liu Wensen remained silent for a few seconds.

His gaze lingered on the "Third-Party Agency Relationship" section.

Then, as if he hadn't seen that section, he flipped directly to the last page and signed his name.

"I'll sign."

He closed the file and handed the tray back.

After receiving the documents, Attorney Huang did not put them away immediately.

He checked each line, and his pen suddenly stopped at a blank column.

The atmosphere in the tea room suddenly became tense again.

Attorney Huang looked up.

"Mr. Liu, something is missing here."

Liu Wensen's expression changed slightly.

Which one?

Attorney Huang circled the blank space with a red pen.

"No third-party commission."

The section circled in red is positioned right above the signature page.

Although there are not many words, they are very eye-catching.

No third-party commission was made.

Liu Wensen stared at those words, his fingers slowly tightening around the pen.

Qian Weimin leaned over for a look, and the smile on his face immediately vanished.

"Mr. Liu, how could you have overlooked such a crucial point?"

Liu Wensen raised his head, his tone remaining calm.

"I read too fast just now."

"Since it's blank, I'll fill it in now."

He picked up a pen and pretended to write.

Jiang Mian suddenly spoke up, "Wait a minute."

Liu Wensen's pen stopped.

Jiang Mian looked at him.

"Mr. Liu, I'd like to hear your explanation in person."

"Was your trip to Hong Kong Island based on your independent business judgment, or were you commissioned by a third party?"

Liu Wensen put down his pen.

"Ms. Jiang, I've said it many times, I simply see the potential of Eastern brands overseas."

"As a Chinese person, I sincerely hope that Oriental Flavors can successfully enter the North American market."

Smith gave a cold laugh.

"You've said that 'Chinese sentiment' a million times today."

Liu Wensen turned to look at him.

"Mr. Smith, now that you're trying to regain your right to bid, you'll naturally attack me relentlessly."

Smith's face darkened. "An attack?"

"You just personally requested to see Oriental Style's customer feedback and promotional materials, and that's a fact."

Liu Wensen immediately retaliated.

"Compliance self-inspection inherently requires more comprehensive materials."

"You yourself have distorted normal business consulting into an act of corporate espionage."

Smith sneered again. "Would normal business consulting require a client list? Early promotional materials? Follow-up records from high-net-worth clients?"

"Mr. Liu, you've been in North America for so many years, don't treat everyone like an outsider."

Liu Wensen's face darkened completely.

"Mr. Smith, the record of Huirui delaying final payments and pressuring its partners to lower prices has just been written into the minutes."

"You're so eager to bite me now just to gain points for yourself."

The two men directly undermined each other in front of the lawyer and bank representative.

Qian Weimin's eyes lit up, and he almost couldn't help but shout "Beautiful!" on the spot.

Once Doctor Jiang's net is closed, neither side can escape unscathed.

Qian Weimin stood to the side and muttered to himself.

"That's a good bite, a wonderful bite! A few more words would make it even clearer."

Jiang Mian ignored their argument and steered the conversation to a deeper level.

She looked at Qian Weimin, "Boss Qian, bring out Zhou Zhichang's summary."

As she said this, Jiang Mian kept glancing at Smith and Liu Wensen out of the corner of her eye.

Neither of them reacted much, as if they didn't know each other.

Qian Weimin took out a brown paper bag from the briefcase next to him.

The paper bag was still sealed, and the seal of the Hong Kong Island Law Firm was still affixed to the outside.

Attorney Huang took it, opened the seal in front of everyone, and took out several pages of summary documents.

Qian Weimin cleared his throat.

"Mr. Liu, you should be familiar with the name Zhou Zhichang, right?"

Liu Wensen frowned and asked in confusion, "There are many people with the surname Zhou in Hong Kong, but I don't recognize this name."

"What do you mean by that question?"

Qian Weimin smiled. "What about Chen Zhaoan?"