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

Liu Wensen leaned back on the sofa, his eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep.

The tie was pulled crooked, and the ashtray on the table was full of cigarette butts.

He stared at the small black combination lock box, his fingers trembling uncontrollably.

Shen Wanyi is such a cruel woman; she really treats him like a rag that she can throw away at will.

She thought that by cutting off the line across the Atlantic, she could comfortably stay in a Manhattan skyscraper and watch the show.

Keep dreaming.

Even if the Atlantic Ocean line is cut off, the fire on Hong Kong Island can still burn higher.

The shipping documents all bore her assistant's name, and even the purchase invoices had traces of it.

Once the investigators in North America find the origin of the mail, Shen Wanyi can easily find an excuse to push the whole thing onto her subordinates.

By then, Liu Wensen would be an accomplice, a complete cannon fodder.

Not only will they be subject to legal action in the United States, but they will also have to pay Oriental Style a breach of contract penalty of 20 million US dollars.

If both ends are blocked, it's a dead end no matter what.

Liu Wensen gritted his teeth, stood up abruptly from the sofa, and turned to look at his assistant standing to the side.

"Call Qian Weimin."

The assistant was startled and quickly asked, "What did you say?"

"Tell him that I have something concerning the life and death of Dongfang Fengwu, which I must personally deliver to Miss Jiang immediately."

Liu Wensen wiped his face, his voice hoarse.

"I will agree to whatever conditions they set."

Half an hour later, a black Mercedes-Benz sedan stopped outside the wrought iron gate of the hillside villa.

Liu Wensen got out of the car carrying the briefcase and took a deep breath.

Security supervisor Acheng was already waiting at the door. He immediately led his men forward and searched Liu Wensen from head to toe.

Apart from the briefcase, all of Liu Wensen's metal belongings, even a watch, were confiscated outside the door.

Passing through the courtyard, the door to the villa's living room is wide open.

Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows in large swaths.

Jiang Mian leaned lazily against the soft chaise lounge, covered with a thin wool blanket.

She was holding a small plate of fresh cherries and slowly putting them into her mouth.

Lu Ting, dressed in oversized loungewear, stood beside her like a guardian deity.

Qian Weimin and Attorney Huang sat on separate single sofas on either side.

Liu Wensen had only taken two steps forward when Lu Ting's brows furrowed instantly.

The man surnamed Liu had been smoking all afternoon, and the strong smell of tobacco mixed with the cheap perfume from the hotel was overwhelming.

Lu Ting felt a sudden churning in his stomach, but he forced himself to suppress the nausea. He then raised his hand and pointed to the floor.

"Stop and step back." Lu Ting's voice was deep. "Speak from three meters away."

Liu Wensen froze, not daring to put on any investor airs in front of this man.

She could only obediently take three steps back until her heels touched the mahogany partition before she stopped.

Qian Weimin crossed his legs, picked up his teacup, blew on the floating leaves, and smiled in a somewhat wicked way.

"Mr. Liu, what's the big deal that you rushed over so early in the morning?" Qian Weimin deliberately dragged out his words.

"I waited for you all morning, and the stamped letter of explanation was all ready. Why didn't you call?"

Liu Wensen's face turned pale and then red, and he no longer cared about saving face.

He placed the combination lock box on the coffee table in front of him and quickly turned the combination wheels.

With a click, the box opened.

Inside, five black cassette tapes were neatly stacked, with a stack of photocopies next to them.

"Miss Jiang, Mr. Qian." Liu Wensen swallowed hard and revealed his hand.

"I'm here today to make a deal."

Jiang Mian finished eating a cherry, pulled out a wet wipe to clean her hands, and without even lifting her eyelids, asked, "A deal?"

"Yes." Liu Wensen pushed out the small stack of photocopies.

"I admit that I was acting under the instructions of Shen Wanyi."

"I also secretly purchased samples of Oriental Flavors in order to send them to the private address of FDA inspector Greenwood, including requesting written instructions with efficacy descriptions from you. It was all on her orders."

Qian Weimin slapped his thigh. "You damn bastard!"

Liu Wensen continued speaking, his words coming out very quickly, as if afraid the other party would interrupt him.

"Shen Wanyi has now unilaterally cut off all contact with me."

"She definitely wanted to find someone to take the blame, then shift the blame onto me so she could get away with it herself."

"However..." he pointed to the cassette tapes in the box, his face grim, "I'm not someone he can just manipulate!"

"These are all the original audio recordings of her instructions that I secretly made during our phone conversations."

The living room fell silent instantly.

Qian Weimin's hand, which was holding a teacup, stopped in mid-air, and his eyes immediately lit up.

It seems that Doctor Jiang's guess was absolutely correct!

Attorney Huang pushed up his glasses and leaned forward involuntarily.

Even Lu Ting raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised by the speed at which this person switched sides.

"The five tapes contain all the details of her promises regarding how she would share the profits from the North American market after the deal was done."

Liu Wensen stared intently at Jiang Mian.

"There's also a copy of the international express delivery receipt, and the promissory note stub for the purchase of samples for one million dollars."

Jiang Mian finally raised her head, her gaze falling on the cassette tapes, and let out a crisp laugh.

"Mr. Liu has a good habit of always carrying a recorder with him."

Liu Wensen smiled wryly, "Miss Jiang, please don't make fun of me."

"I'm just an investor looking to make money; I don't want to end up losing my life."

"I didn't pick up that bait instruction letter, so it didn't cause any real harm to Dongfang Fengwu."

Jiang Mian leaned back softly against the cushion. "Tell me, what do you want to exchange these things for?"

Liu Wensen straightened his back and loudly stated his conditions.

"I'm handing over all this solid evidence that can pinpoint Shen Wanyi to you, and I only ask for one thing in return."

Liu Wensen said urgently, "Rescind the 20 million yuan interest penetration and breach of contract compensation agreement that I signed at the South District Tea House."

Jiang Mian didn't say anything.

Qian Weimin sneered, "Mr. Liu."

"You've been pulling strings behind our backs, and now that your master has abandoned you, you're running here trying to use our agreement to make a deal? Do you think this is a vegetable market?"

Cold sweat broke out on Liu Wensen's forehead.

"Boss Qian, Shen Wanyi is definitely in Manhattan cutting ties right now."

"Her assistant, David, was probably forced to sign something that took responsibility long ago."

"If we only check the paper records, the fire won't reach her at all."

He pushed the cassette tapes forward a bit.

"But as long as you have these recordings, you can directly break through her defenses, and she won't even have a chance to make a single excuse."

That hits the nail on the head.

Jiang Mian turned her head and gave Lawyer Huang a look.

Attorney Huang immediately understood.

He took out a miniature cassette recorder from his briefcase, put on white gloves, and randomly picked up one of the tapes labeled with a date.

After a brief period of static, conversations came through the tape.