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

In the kitchen of the hillside villa, the lily and lean pork congee was cooked to perfection.

Lu Ting carried the porcelain bowl out, and as soon as he reached the living room, his stomach churned again.

He put the bowl down steadily, raised his hand and pressed it against his chest, managing to suppress the nausea.

Ever since he developed "pregnancy-like syndrome," even a little bit of oily food can make him feel uncomfortable for half a day.

Unfortunately, Jiang Mian has had a great appetite these past few days, and everything she eats tastes delicious.

Jiang Mian leaned back on the sofa cushions, reached out and took the porcelain bowl, and slowly drank two sips.

The warm porridge slid into her stomach, and she contentedly closed her eyes.

Lu Ting sat down beside her and took out a tissue to wipe the water stains that had accidentally gotten on the back of her hand.

"That guy surnamed Liu was pushed to such a state by you today, he'll definitely think of other ways after he leaves the house."

Jiang Mian swallowed the porridge, put the bowl back on the coffee table, and said, "That's natural."

"I've welded the door shut. If he still wants the formula information, there's only one way out for him."

Lu Ting immediately chimed in, "Go outside and find a black market scalper to buy the actual product."

Jiang Mian smiled. "That's why."

"The rules set up at the previous press conference were actually tailor-made for people like them."

She tapped her fingers twice on the coffee table.

"A truly distinguished lady would generally not sell our appointment cards."

"But others might be different. After all, when faced with absolute profit, there's nothing that can't be sold."

Lu Ting frowned. "Then what should we do?"

Jiang Mian comfortably changed her position. "No need to rush."

"The reason I set such strict rules in the first place, besides maintaining the brand's own style, was precisely because of this."

……

The next morning, the Rolls-Royce came to a smooth stop outside the villa on the hillside.

Qian Weimin was wearing a flashy sequined shirt, carrying a thick briefcase, and walking with an air of excitement.

As soon as he entered, Lu Ting's tall figure blocked the middle of the aisle, and he pointed to the invisible line on the carpet.

Qian Weimin was momentarily speechless. "Brother Lu, I remember the rules! Three meters! I won't cross that line even a fraction!"

Jiang Mian sat on a large single sofa, holding a glass of warm water in her hand.

"Why is Boss Qian so happy? Did the fish take the bait?"

Qian Weimin slapped his thigh and smiled with admiration.

"Dr. Jiang, you're simply amazing!"

Qian Weimin opened his briefcase and pulled out a thick file folder.

Lu Ting took it, examined it carefully, and then handed it to Jiang Mian.

Qian Weimin was still gesturing wildly, spittle flying everywhere.

"Back then, you asked me to deliberately leak information on the black market, saying that someone urgently needed money and was willing to privately transfer the reservation card for Oriental Style."

"At the time, I didn't understand why you were doing this, but now it seems you foresaw this would happen!"

"Actually, people have been trying to get a price quote these past few days, but last night was the most urgent."

Jiang Mian opened the document bag, inside which was a Citibank cashier's check stub.

"Who took over?"

Qian Weimin was very proud of himself. "Don't worry, Dr. Jiang, the contact person is an escort scalper called Old Cat."

"Old Cat only hangs out in Tsim Sha Tsui; he has absolutely no connection with Oriental Style."

Jiang Mian nodded, and Qian Weimin continued.

"The person who had been in contact with Lao Mao was a professional scalper, but because we asked for a high price, he suddenly brought the real buyer over yesterday."

"According to Lao Mao, he was a new face who spoke English with a bit of the accent of a comprador from a Hong Kong trading company."

"This person is quite interesting. He not only wants our Golden Thread Beauty Dew and Oriental Truffle, but also the outer packaging and promotional brochures."

As Qian Weimin spoke, his expression became animated.

"As agreed beforehand, Lao Mao pretended not to want to sell, saying that Dongfang Fengwu checks the serial numbers very strictly, and if there is a problem with the serial number, the whole line will be ruined."

"The man got impatient and asked directly how much money he would take the risk for."

Jiang Mian looked at the promissory note stub.

"How many were opened?"

Qian Weimin held up one finger.

"One million ugly dollars!"

"Of the 400,000 yuan, it was paid for two bottles of goods; the rest was written as private risk compensation."

"Although the man looked unwell, he still issued a promissory note directly."

Jiang Mian looked at the stub and couldn't help but laugh.

One million Ugly Yuan.

The man surnamed Shen is really rich and powerful.

"Is the paperwork complete?" Jiang Mian put the stub back into the document bag.

Qian Weimin quickly took out a small envelope from his briefcase.

"Dr. Jiang, the entire chain of evidence is right here."

Jiang Mian opened the envelope.

There are several photos inside.

Inside the porcelain jar of Oriental Truffles, there is a dark crack pattern that almost no one notices.

Inside the cap of the Golden Thread Nourishing Dew bottle, there is also a hidden code.

Qian Weimin lowered his voice.

"The anti-counterfeiting patterns on these sets of goods are different from those on the regular shipments."

"Photos were taken before the goods were shipped out, and the serial number, code, and batch number were all recorded."

"Attorney Wong took it to the Hong Kong Island Notary Office last night to have the time notarized."

"When Lao Mao delivered the goods, the other party signed a private gift waiver. The payment, receipt of goods, and taking the brochure were all witnessed."

Jiang Mian looked through the photos one by one.

Not bad.

Liu Wensen and Shen Wanyi thought they had bypassed Dongfang Fengwu and obtained the product from the black market.

In reality, what they bought back for one million dollars was a set of evidence that could trace back to the source.

Every step of the way is announcing one thing to the outside world: this is a long-planned commercial trap.

Qian Weimin rubbed his hands together, took a half step closer, and then quickly retreated.

"Dr. Jiang, what do we do next? Let them take the stuff to North America and make a fuss about it?"

"Of course." Jiang Mian leaned back on the sofa, her tone relaxed and at ease.

"Since Shen Wanyi is so generous in giving us money, we can't just stop her from making a fool of herself."

"Inform Pierre that we can make a bigger splash in Europe."

Qian Weimin immediately understood, "I'll take care of it right away."

……

the other side.

In a suite at a high-end hotel on Hong Kong Island.

Liu Wensen stared at the Golden Thread Beauty Dew and Oriental Truffles on the table, his temples throbbing.

One million Ugly Yuan.

This is outrageous! These scalpers in Hong Kong are even worse than robbery!

But Shen Wanyi's attitude on the phone was firm; she insisted on getting the physical item as soon as possible.

Liu Wensen had no choice but to grit his teeth and swallow this bitter pill.

The phone on the table rang. Liu Wensen glanced at the number and answered it immediately.

Shen Wanyi's voice came from across the ocean, without any unnecessary words, "Did you receive the goods?"

"Got it." Liu Wensen rubbed his throbbing temples.

"We collected everything, including the outer packaging and promotional brochures from Hong Kong Island, word for word, but the cost was just too high."

Shen Wanyi completely ignored his complaints.

"Once you get it, pack these things up immediately and send them to North America via express mail."

Liu Wensen picked up his pen. "Send it to your Manhattan apartment, or to the lab you specified?"

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, after which Shen Wanyi denied it.

"No need to send it to me. Since you're making a report, the fewer people involved, the better."

Shen Wanyi's voice was low and gloomy, filled with calculation.

"This sample needs to be sent directly to someone who can actually get things done."

Liu Wensen frowned. "Send it to the FDA? That would require going through the normal external review process, which would take at least several months."

"By the time the results are in, Oriental Style will have already filled the market through other channels."

"So it can't be sent to the official mail receiving center." Shen Wanyi sneered twice.

Liu Wensen stopped writing. "You mean, smuggling routes?"

"This isn't considered a private line; it's called handling a special case."

"I have a channel here where you can send the samples directly."

"As long as it is emphasized that the product contains undeclared prohibited pharmacological ingredients and is suspected of serious false and exaggerated advertising, it will be fine."

"What channel?" Liu Wensen asked, frowning.

After a moment of silence, the person on the other end of the phone uttered a name, "Greenwood."

"FDA?"

"good."

Liu Wensen felt a chill run down his spine when he heard about this crazy plan.

"Ms. Shen, please send these highly sensitive import inspection samples directly to the inspector's home..."

"If this kind of operation is discovered, it constitutes a serious crime in North America, involving interference with the judiciary and bribery."

"If you don't tell and I don't tell, who will know?" Shen Wanyi retorted nonchalantly.

"This is called direct delivery by enthusiastic citizens."

"Once Greenwood accepts the items, he will naturally find a familiar laboratory to issue a report first."

"Once the report is issued, he can take it back to the bureau to file a case, and the procedures can still be followed."

"At that time, won't the enormous cake of Eastern delicacies be rightfully ours?"

Liu Wensen held the receiver, weighing his options in his mind.

However, the more he thought about it, the more confused he felt.

I originally just wanted to use my expertise to gain some benefits before Dongfang Fengwu took off, but how did I end up getting involved in all this stuff?

If we follow Shen Wanyi's line of thinking, we're heading straight down the path of illegality and crime.

Although this is a common tactic in European and American markets, it is the difference between being proactive and reactive.

"Damn it, this woman is plotting against me again!" Liu Wensen cursed inwardly.

After he finished yelling, he glanced at the recording machine that was still running beside him, and his tone calmed down.

"Okay, I'll do as you say. I'll have someone arrange a special line to send it to Greenwood's private apartment."

After hanging up the phone, Liu Wensen pressed the pause recording button.

He listened to it once to make sure there was no missing audio before calling his assistant.

"Send this document to this address under the name of Ms. Shen Wanyi's assistant..."

……

Thank you to [Yu Yiqing who likes bracken roots] for the amazing certification! I'm quite busy today, I'll add more chapters for you tomorrow!