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

Hong Kong Island, hotel suite.

Smith stood by the window, holding a phone in his hand.

"Sir, the package has been delivered to Greenwood's private address."

The person on the other end of the phone was from the compliance department of Huirui New York.

Smith gripped the receiver, his expression grim.

"Are you sure it wasn't sent through the official mail receiving center?"

"We've confirmed it. We filmed the signing process and checked the property registration; the address is indeed under Greenwood's name."

Smith was silent for two seconds.

Victor stood beside him, holding a newly compiled record sheet, and gave a low-pitched reminder.

"Sir, if we continue to investigate this matter, it will implicate FDA personnel."

Smith glanced at him.

Are you scared?

Victor choked; of course he was afraid.

Huirui is a large company, and the most taboo thing for them is to have private dealings with regulatory personnel.

But now it's no longer a question of whether they want to get involved or not.

Jiang Mian has waybills, sample codes, and compliance declarations stamped and handed over by them.

If Dongfang Fengwu turns around and investigates, and Hui Rui doesn't quickly take steps to distance themselves, Shen Wanyi's dirty laundry might be poured back onto them.

Smith switched the phone to his other hand. "Keep watching."

"Sir, all we can do is record peripheral information within the legal scope."

"I'm talking about the legal scope," Smith said in a low voice.

"Don't touch Greenwood, don't bribe anyone, and don't let Hui Rui leave a single dirty handprint."

The person on the other end of the phone immediately agreed.

Victor wrote these items down in a memo.

Smith added another sentence.

"If Greenwood starts contacting private testing agencies, record that as well."

"clear."

After the call ended, Victor couldn't help but speak.

"Sir, are you planning to send Shen Wanyi into a regulatory ethics investigation?"

Smith loosened his tie and gave a cold laugh.

"She put her foot in there herself."

Victor looked at him without saying a word.

Smith walked back to the sofa, then picked up the whiskey on the table, intending to take a sip, but then put it down again.

He hasn't dared to touch alcohol much these past few days.

Jiang Mian needed materials, Attorney Huang needed a chain of evidence, and Qian Weimin would call every now and then to urge them on.

Every sentence was polite, yet every single one of them made me furious.

"Victor."

"gentlemen."

"Compile today's records into two sets."

"One copy for headquarters?"

"Give one copy to headquarters, and prepare another copy for Hong Kong Island."

Victor's pen stopped.

"For Miss Jiang?"

Smith's face was tense, and he himself felt frustrated.

He once sat across from Oriental Styles, discussing exclusive agency, North American channels, prices, and terms.

Now he has to expose Shen Wanyi to get a spot on the candidate list.

In the business world, face isn't worth much.

The North American market is where the real value lies.

Smith picked up his pen and wrote a few words on the memo, then slowly began to speak.

"List out all possible financial transactions between Greenwood and Shen Wanyi."

Victor whispered a reminder.

"Sir, we cannot access bank accounts without formal authorization to conduct an investigation."

"I didn't ask you to check the account." Smith looked up.

Victor immediately understood.

"I'll take care of it right away."

Smith leaned back into the sofa, finally letting out a bit of the stale air he had been holding in.

Shen Wanyi initially presented him with the weaknesses of Dongfang Fengwu, hoping to use Huirui to lower the price.

Now it was Hui Rui's turn to hand over her dirty hands.

He made a good deal.

……

New York, Manhattan.

David placed a payment schedule in front of Shen Wanyi.

Shen Wanyi glanced at it and asked, "Has Liu Wensen replied yet?"

He said everything else is up to you to arrange.

Shen Wanyi picked up a pen and wrote a few lines on a sticky note.

"Tell him not to discuss the samples anymore, and not to mention the whistleblower report again."

David took the note, which had a message written on it.

His heart skipped a beat when he saw it just once.

"Miss Shen, this request... Dongfang Fengwu might not be able to accommodate it."

"That's why I had Liu Wensen do it." Shen Wanyi put the pen back in the pen holder.

"He's a Chinese investor, so it's more natural for him to ask why."

David hesitated before speaking.

"You want him to induce Oriental Delights to produce written documentation acknowledging that the Golden Thread Nourishing Dew has restorative effects and that Oriental Truffles have conditioning and therapeutic effects?"

Shen Wanyi corrected him.

"It's not inducement, it's compliance confirmation before listing."

David dared not say any more.

Shen Wanyi slowly leaned back in her chair.

"Those words used at the Hong Kong Island press conference were all shouted out by them themselves."

"Now it's just a matter of getting them to write it down."

"What if they don't write it?"

"That means they have a guilty conscience."

"What if I write it?"

Shen Wanyi looked at the nearly empty bottle of Golden Thread Nourishing Dew on the table.

"Then leave it to Greenwood."

David put the note away and turned to leave.

Shen Wanyi called him back again.

"Remember, use Liu Wensen's own name."

David paused in his tracks.

"clear."

……

Hong Kong Island, upscale hotel suite.

Liu Wensen had just changed into a shirt when he received the call.

His assistant closed the door before he pressed the answer button.

David's voice came through the receiver.

"Mr. Liu, Ms. Shen has new arrangements."

Liu Wensen raised his hand and pushed the small tape recorder next to the table a little closer.

The magnetic tape rotated gently.

"Speak."

David read from the sticky note.

"You need to request a written explanation from Oriental Style, citing the North American compliance pre-approval as the reason."

Liu Wensen picked up his pen and wrote the words "written explanation" on the paper.

"What does that mean?"

"Confirm whether the Golden Thread Nourishing Essence has skin repair and anti-aging effects."

Liu Wensen's pen stopped.

David continued reading.

"At the same time, we will confirm whether Oriental truffles have any effects such as nourishing, regulating, and improving male physical function."

Liu Wensen did not respond.

The person on the other end of the phone added another sentence.

"Ms. Shen means that this statement does not need to be very long, as long as it has the heading of Oriental Style and the signature of the person in charge."

Liu Wensen chuckled softly, "She really knows how to find me work."

David lowered his voice.

"Mr. Liu, this is just a compliance confirmation."

"David." Liu Wensen put down his pen.

"Do you even believe what you're saying to me?"

The call got stuck on the other end.

Liu Wensen leaned back in his chair, watching the tape recorder's rotating dial.

"Okay, I'll give it a try."

David visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

"The sooner the better."

"Tell Miss Shen that I will ask in the most natural way."

"Thanks for your hard work."

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