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

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

Qian Weimin, briefcase in hand, hurriedly pushed open the car door.

He rushed into the living room, but stopped abruptly just as his toes touched the threshold.

three meters.

He remembers the rules set by Lu Ting even more clearly than the company's ledger.

The living room windows were wide open.

Lu Ting came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of sliced ​​peaches. When he smelled the perfume that Qian Weimin had brought in, his brows immediately furrowed.

He placed the fruit plate next to Jiang Mian and then pushed open a window.

As soon as the wind blew in, Lu Ting's expression softened.

Jiang Mian leaned back on the sofa, flipping through a gossip magazine from Hong Kong.

After becoming pregnant, her complexion became rosy, and she seemed listless.

"Why is Boss Qian in such a hurry? What new move is he up to now?"

Qian Weimin immediately stood up straight. "Dr. Jiang, you were absolutely right!"

He patted his briefcase, his face beaming with excitement.

"A man surnamed Liu just called me."

"They said it's for compliance with North American regulations, and they want Oriental Style to issue an official statement."

Jiang Mian picked up a piece of peach and slowly took a bite.

The juice is sweet and refreshing.

She was in a good mood and spoke softly, "What did he say?"

Qian Weimin memorized every word of the phone call, even perfectly imitating Liu Wensen's affected tone.

By the end, he was grinning from ear to ear.

"Dr. Jiang, this Liu guy's attitude is quite interesting."

Jiang Mian raised her eyes slightly.

Qian Weimin immediately lowered his voice.

"He spoke quite professionally on the surface, talking about compliance pre-screening and special channels."

"But to me, those words were too blunt."

"He was practically telling me outright that Shen Wanyi wanted us to stamp our approval of its effectiveness."

The more Qian Weimin talked, the more he felt that he was extremely smart.

"A person like that who has managed to make it this far in Europe and America must not be that stupid."

"I think he's probably betting on both sides."

"They wanted to give Shen Wanyi a satisfactory answer, but they were also afraid that the truth would come out later, so they deliberately revealed their flaws to us."

Lu Ting handed the wet wipes to Jiang Mian.

Jiang Mian wiped her fingertips, a smile appearing in her eyes.

"Boss Qian has improved this time."

Qian Weimin chuckled.

"After following Dr. Jiang for so long, I can't be completely brainless."

Jiang Mian slowly chewed the fruit pulp.

"Liu Wensen certainly didn't mean any harm."

"They sent the samples to the private address of an FDA inspector through a back door."

"But having physical evidence only means that someone outside reported it."

Qian Weimin scratched his slicked-back hair and chimed in, "What's still missing?"

Lu Ting handed Jiang Mian a wet wipe to dry her hands and then picked up the conversation.

"We need an official confirmation from our brand."

"If we only look at the rumors circulating outside, the regulatory authorities will at most characterize it as exaggerated advertising by agents or scalpers, and fine them a little and that's it."

Jiang Mian smiled and looked at Lu Ting with amusement.

"Comrade Lu is making rapid progress."

Lu Ting was a little embarrassed, but he still kept a straight face.

"It's because I've heard you talk about it too much."

Jiang Mian continued, "That's right."

"What they want most right now is a written document with an oriental theme and a stamp that proves we acknowledge the product's efficacy."

"If this exaggerated claim was written by the brand itself with its official seal, then the nature of the claim changes."

"This is what is called an unregistered illegal drug, which is suspected of seriously endangering public safety. They can directly file a case and completely shut out Eastern products from North America."

Qian Weimin was furious. "These bastards are really ruthless."

After hurling his insults, he rubbed his hands together. "Then I'll just call him and refuse, and tell him we're not stamping this!"

"No need to refuse." Jiang Mian leaned back into the cushion, finding a more comfortable position.

"They've put their hand out the door, so we have to pass them something."

Qian Weimin was taken aback. "You're really giving it to me?"

Jiang Mian smiled faintly, "Here you go."

"Give them a letter that looks like a piece of fatty meat but is hollow inside."

She looked at Qian Weimin and said, "Boss Qian, please ask Attorney Huang to come over now."

Half an hour later, Attorney Huang rushed to the villa carrying his briefcase.

Jiang Mian gave a few instructions, and Attorney Huang pushed up his glasses and immediately took out paper and pen to start drafting.

In less than twenty minutes, a draft titled "Oriental Flavors Product Information Letter" was completed.

Jiang Mian looked it over and was very satisfied. She then handed it to Qian Weimin.

Qian Weimin took it and immediately burst out laughing.

Reading through the entire draft, it's all clichés and wordplay.

Regarding the ingredients, it states that "all are made from traditional agricultural crops of the Xia Kingdom".

Regarding efficacy, there is not a single sentence stating "we promise to repair the skin," but rather a very clever transformation of the sentence structure.

According to Test Report No. X from a notary public office in Hong Kong, the extract contains several active substances.

[Furthermore, according to follow-up surveys of 36 local consumers in Hong Kong Island, the users reported a significant improvement in their subjective experience.]

Attorney Huang provided a very professional explanation from the side.

"Mr. Qian, this is called information disclosure or third-party fact citation in law."

Attorney Huang pointed to those lines and said, "We did not admit that the product itself has any therapeutic effect. We were just stating the contents of the laboratory report and the client's subjective evaluation."

"Even if this format were taken to the Supreme Court of North America, it would be absolutely flawless."

Qian Weimin grinned from ear to ear, giving a big thumbs-up.

"Incredible! To a layman, it would look like we've admitted to its effectiveness."

"But when we actually took it for inspection, we found it was full of slippery soap suds!"

Jiang Mian picked up the warm water and took a sip.

"There's no need to rush to give this to Liu Wensen."

"Leave him out for a day, then send someone to deliver it tomorrow afternoon."

"Just tell me that our internal approval process is cumbersome, and it took a lot of effort to get the stamping done."

Qian Weimin immediately understood, "Got it! Create the illusion that we value this thing highly, that we've gotten a great deal, and let them slowly become happy!"

"Let Shen Wanyi be happy for one night too." Jiang Mian smiled.

People tend to talk more when they're happy.

Qian Weimin's eyelids twitched; he recalled Liu Wensen's unusual tone on the phone.

This guy surnamed Liu might really be waiting for a chance to save his life.

After explaining everything, Qian Weimin noticed that Jiang Mian was getting sleepy, so he tactfully took his leave.

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

A private tea house in the Southern District of Hong Kong Island.

Qian Weimin sat imposingly in a huanghuali wood armchair, holding a cup of old-tree Dancong tea in his hand.

Smith and Victor were sitting in the chairs opposite them.

At this moment, Smith had completely lost the arrogance he had when he demanded the remaining three million, and his whole body exuded obvious fatigue and tension.

"Boss Qian," Smith began, tentatively speaking.

"We submitted Huirui's compliance statement yesterday, and you've already asked to meet with us again today. Do you still have doubts about our eligibility as a candidate?"