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

The next morning, at the villa on the hillside.

The morning sunlight streamed through the large French windows and fell on the marble floor of the living room.

Lu Tinggang pushed open all the air windows to ensure that there was enough air circulation in the room.

After doing all that, he turned and went into the kitchen.

Not long after, he came out carrying a plate of brightly washed red cherries and placed it steadily on the coffee table.

Jiang Mian leaned back on the single sofa, a thin blanket covering her legs, and held a copy of a newly delivered international express waybill in her hand.

She picked up a cherry and put it in her mouth.

As soon as he spat out the cherry pit, Lu Ting immediately grabbed a tissue to catch it and casually threw it into the nearby trash can.

After finishing these tasks, Lu Ting retreated to the sofa, his tall figure standing ramrod straight.

Just then, the doorbell rang, and Qian Weimin walked in with Attorney Huang.

Qian Weimin wore a dark patterned black suit today, and his tie was neatly tied, making him look much more restrained than usual.

"Dr. Jiang!"

As soon as Qian Weimin entered the room, he stopped three meters away from the sofa.

He lowered his voice excitedly and said, "Just as you expected, Old Cat just sent back a message."

"After Liu Wensen took the package with the coded message, he sent it to the United States overnight via international express delivery."

Qian Weimin handed a copy of the waybill to Lu Ting. "It's been checked. The delivery address isn't an official agency, but a private luxury apartment in Maryland."

"I asked someone from the trading company to find out the address; it turned out to be the private address of FDA inspector Greenwood."

"Not only that, the sender wasn't Liu Wensen, but someone named David, who must be Shen Wanyi's personal assistant!"

Jiang Mian's gaze swept over the string of English addresses on the copy, a hint of mockery flashing in her eyes.

"Bypassing the official mail receiving center, it was delivered directly to the censor's private address, and the sender even used the name of Shen Wanyi's assistant..."

Jiang Mian casually tossed the copy onto the coffee table, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"It seems... these two have had a falling out."

"Shen Wanyi thought she could watch from the sidelines, but little did she know that Liu Wensen was pushed to the limit by us and turned against her, using her as a scapegoat."

Qian Weimin rubbed his hands together, exclaiming, "These foreign compradors and bananas (Chinese people who are Westernized), they're really fighting like dogs!"

"So, how do we deal with this now?"

"No need to rush." ​​Jiang Mian picked up a napkin and dabbed at the corner of her mouth, her tone languid.

"The knife has already been handed to them."

"All we need now is to find someone knowledgeable to sharpen this knife."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ah Hai strode in to report that Smith and Victor had arrived.

Soon, Smith entered the living room with his assistant.

As soon as the two stood still, Lu Ting frowned.

The scent of their cologne was even stronger than last time, and as soon as they got close, Lu Ting's brows furrowed.

He raised his hand and fanned himself in front of his nose, a wave of acid reflux rising uncontrollably from his stomach.

Lu Ting forced himself to suppress his nausea, and with a cold face, took half a step back, getting closer to the draft.

Jiang Mian glanced up and looked over, her voice even more languid, "Mr. Smith, it seems you really want to be on the shortlist."

Smith's eyes were still bloodshot, but his suit was impeccably tailored, clearly a forced attempt to maintain a respectable appearance in exchange for leverage.

Without saying a word, he turned around and gestured for Victor to take out a thick brown paper bag.

The waiter carried the red lacquered tray over, took the paper bag, and steadily returned it to the large table.

Qian Weimin immediately stepped forward, untied the thread on the paper bag, and pulled out the documents inside.

He had only turned two pages when his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Good heavens!" Qian Weimin exclaimed excitedly, slapping his thigh.

"Dr. Jiang, this is a summary of the mailing record from the New York fax number. It clearly states that the Shen family's North American office sent a market risk assessment to Huirui's New York headquarters."

"The evaluation completely denigrated our Oriental Style, it's practically like they're forcing the executives of Huirui to break ties with us!"

Qian Weimin became more and more excited as he looked at it, and said in a low voice.

"Dr. Jiang, if this is handed over to a few major newspapers, Shen Wanyi's side will probably be in an uproar on the spot."

"I've already thought of a title: 'Foreign forces maliciously short-sell Oriental Flavors.' I guarantee the whole of Hong Kong will come to watch the show."

Only Qian Weimin's excited voice remained in the living room.

Jiang Mian leaned back in the single sofa and calmly took a sip of warm water.

She put down the glass, and the small silver fruit fork in her hand tapped lightly on the edge of the porcelain plate.

笃.

With a soft sound, Qian Weimin immediately shut his mouth.

"Boss Qian, we're dealing in top-tier luxury goods now, so we need to be mindful of our image."

Jiang Mian leaned back into the soft pillow, her gaze sweeping over the pages of paper.

"It's beneath you to go to the newspaper office and start a war of words with just a few photocopies."

"Besides, I can't do this dirty work myself; I find it smelly."

Smith, standing three meters away, felt a sudden jolt of fear upon hearing this.

Before he came, he thought that as long as he handed over these few pages, he would have fulfilled his promise and obtained the ticket to the bidding.

Now it seems that things are far from that simple.

Jiang Mian didn't look at Qian Weimin, but turned to Lawyer Huang standing next to her.

"Attorney Huang."

Attorney Huang immediately adjusted his glasses, pulled out a blank legal letterhead, and said, "Ms. Jiang, please give your instructions."

Jiang Mian tapped her fingers lightly on the table, her gaze fixed on Victor.

"The few sheets of paper that Mr. Smith brought today are just fax summaries without headers or official seals."

"Any typist can type it out in ten minutes."

"If Shen Wanyi just spends a little money to buy a page in the newspaper and says that this is a slander fabricated by her competitors, the matter will immediately become a mess."

Smith's face stiffened slightly. "Ms. Jiang, I can vouch for your integrity; these records are absolutely true."

I don't believe in personality.

Jiang Mian curved her lips into a smile, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.

"I only believe legal evidence that is in black and white and stamped with an official seal."

She looked at Victor and gave her final request.

"Since these records came from the New York office of Vrentice, I request that Mr. Victor issue a formal internal compliance review statement on behalf of Vrentice Far East Representative Office."

"The statement must be written clearly and explicitly, confirming that all communication records related to the Shen family in this document are genuine archives within the Huirui system."

Finally, Victor signed on behalf of the company, and the official seal of Huirui Company was affixed.

After these words were spoken, the living room immediately quieted down.

Victor's expression changed, and he even took a half step back. "Miss Jiang! This is impossible!"

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An extra chapter for the big boss!