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

Jiang Mian picked up her cup, took a sip, and spoke calmly and indifferently.

"Let them play by their own rules in North America."

Qian Weimin gave a thumbs up in his heart.

His admiration for Jiang Mian now goes beyond mere prostration.

When we first met at the Canton Fair, I looked down on her a little.

But now?

She sits on the sofa in her Mid-Levels villa, and with just a few words, she can make the entire Hong Kong Island adore her, get European magazines to change their covers, and cause those old foxes in North America to tear each other apart.

Looking back, Qian Weimin couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

He grabbed his briefcase and hurried out.

"I'll go arrange it right away, and have them each do their job!"

As he reached the door, he turned back and gave him some more instructions.

"Brother Lu, please take good care of Doctor Jiang's diet. Call me anytime if he needs anything!"

Lu Ting simply gave him a look, "Don't bother."

The living room fell silent again.

Lu Ting sat down next to Jiang Mian and habitually took her hand.

"Mianmian, are you hiding something from me?"

Jiang Mian's heart skipped a beat. Could it be... that he had seen through her?

"Why do you ask that?" she blinked, very curious.

Lu Ting frowned.

"So many things have happened these past few days: Shen Wanyi's scheming, Smith's betrayal, and Liu Wensen sending samples—it's all aimed at us."

Even if you've explained everything, aren't you worried at all?

Jiang Mian burst out laughing.

She thought the man had noticed something, but it turned out he was just worried that she was overthinking things.

She leaned on Lu Ting's shoulder.

"With you here, what do I have to worry about?"

"Besides, their methods, while somewhat sophisticated, aren't very sophisticated."

Jiang Mian was very pleased with herself, not mentioning that she had the system's assistance.

Even without a system, in this era, as long as you understand that capitalists only care about profits, you can basically avoid a lot of pitfalls.

Lu Ting gently stroked the back of her hand with his thumb.

"No matter what happens, I'll be by your side. Your only task now is to focus on your pregnancy."

The man's tone was full of undisguised bias.

Jiang Mian felt a warm glow in her heart upon hearing this.

"Okay, whatever you say."

"Once the baby is born, we'll go on a nice trip."

……

the other side.

An upscale community in Maryland.

An unassuming mail truck stopped in front of a two-story villa with a yard.

The postman, carrying a package, rang the doorbell.

After the door opened, a white man with a large belly and thinning hair signed for the package.

The white man glanced down at the shipping information on the package.

David.

This name is practically everywhere.

After the door closed, Greenwood did not immediately open the package.

He first went to the window to make sure there was nothing unusual on either side of the street before returning to his study to pick up the letter opener.

Inside the thick, shockproof packaging were two items.

A bottle of Golden Thread Nourishing Essence.

A jar of Oriental truffles.

There were also Hong Kong Island brochures, photos of product packaging, and an unsigned instruction sheet.

Greenwood's fat twitched as he read those lines.

He has spent decades in the regulatory system and has seen too many companies exploit loopholes and too many competitors stab each other in the back.

It is rare for samples to be sent directly to his private address.

The phone on the table rang.

Greenwood glanced at the number and answered the receiver.

"Mr. Greenwood, have you received the package?"

Shen Wanyi's voice came through the receiver, her tone calm.

Greenwood didn't answer immediately; he flipped through the brochure.

"Ms. Shen, this package should not have appeared at my private address."

After a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, Shen Wanyi quickly spoke.

"The situation is special; I'm just asking you to take a look at the risks as my personal advisor."

"Take a look?" Greenwood tossed the instruction sheet onto the table.

"Samples, brochures, outer packaging, and complaint statements are all displayed in my study."

"Miss Shen, your understanding of 'taking a look' is very interesting."

Shen Wanyi's tone remained calm.

"Public complaints are too risky. Oriental Flavors now has a presence in Hong Kong Island and Europe."

"If not handled properly, it could give them an opportunity to create hype."

Greenwood picked up the Golden Thread Beauty Essence, unscrewed the cap, and smelled it.

bland.

He put the bottle cap back on.

"I can provide a private risk assessment first."

Shen Wanyi's tone finally softened a little.

"That's exactly what I wanted you to do."

"But I want to make this clear." Greenwood leaned back in his chair, lowering his voice.

"This opinion will not use the FDA title, nor will it contain any official conclusions."

"certainly."

"The consultation fee for private risk advice will be based on the previously confirmed standard."

Shen Wanyi didn't hesitate, "David will arrange it."

Upon hearing the name, Greenwood tapped his fingers on the table twice more.

"There's one more thing."

"Please speak."

"Don't send anything to my house again."

Shen Wanyi chuckled softly.

"This situation is special."

"Ms. Shen, the word 'special' doesn't work well in Washington."

Greenwood flipped to the pages in the brochure labeled "Repair" and "Nourish" and circled them in red pen.

"I'll start with pharmaceutical marketing."

"If they acknowledge in their written materials that these products have the effect of repairing, treating, and improving bodily functions, things will be much easier."

Shen Wanyi understood immediately.

"Is written confirmation from the brand required?"

"That would be best." Greenwood picked up a red pen and circled another line of promotional text.

"External publicity can be attributed to exaggeration by distributors, misinterpretation by reporters, and customer word-of-mouth."

"But the efficacy descriptions written by the brand itself have a completely different meaning."

Shen Wanyi slowed her speech. "I understand."

"Furthermore, if Oriental truffles are involved in improving male sexual function, this will be closely monitored in the United States."

Greenwood opened another document.

"Whether it's food or dietary supplements, when it comes to treating or improving function, you have to rely on data."

"Without data, it will be classified as false advertising or unapproved drug."

Shen Wanyi finally revealed a satisfied tone.

"Mr. Greenwood, you are indeed a professional."

Greenwood didn't accept the flattery. "I need three days."

"The sooner the better."

"Miss Shen." Greenwood snapped the red pen shut, his tone turning colder.

"I only offer personal opinions and do not assume procedural risks for anyone."

There was silence for a few seconds on the other end of the phone.

"The first payment will arrive tomorrow."

After hanging up the phone, Greenwood pushed the samples on the table into a drawer.

He didn't notice that across the street in a public parking space and under an old tree, two dark-colored cars were slowly driving away, one after the other.