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

Three days later, in a high-rise apartment in Manhattan.

Shen Wanyi sat at her desk, reviewing an evaluation report on a European merger and acquisition deal.

The intercom on the table suddenly rang urgently.

"Ms. Shen, two gentlemen in suits have arrived in the lobby downstairs. They have shown their FBI credentials and request that you come downstairs immediately to cooperate with an investigation!"

Shen Wanyi paused slightly in her hand holding the pen, but she wasn't very flustered.

Because she had cut off all clues pointing to her, even discarding Liu Wensen as a pawn.

She immediately pressed the button to dial her private lawyer's number.

The moment the call connected, the lawyer's anxious voice came through.

"Shen Wanyi, just how big a mess have you left behind?!"

"The federal prosecutor just issued a subpoena ten minutes ago, charging you with bribing a federal official and conspiring to harm the business interests of legitimate trading entities!"

"What?!" Shen Wanyi exclaimed in surprise.

The lawyer repeated it again.

After hearing this, Shen Wanyi took a deep breath, trying her best to maintain her usual composure, "Why are you panicking?"

"Those documents were all in David's name, and I never touched that shell company in the Cayman Islands that he owned."

"I have a signed confirmation of his independent conduct in my drawer. Send someone to get it right away. This is just that idiot's personal crime and has nothing to do with me."

"It's no use!" the lawyer shouted from the other end of the line.

"The prosecution not only has remittance records and package receipts, but also a complete recording of you personally directing that Chinese investor to do dirty work over the phone!"

"Five original audio tapes, the voiceprint comparison results were on the federal prosecutor's desk yesterday!"

Shen Wanyi's head exploded with a bang.

How is that possible?

How could Liu Wensen have possibly thought of recording the conversation privately beforehand?!

Before Shen Wanyi could figure out the key point, the lawyer's voice came through the phone again.

"The confession you had David sign not only failed to protect you, but it has also become a new charge added by the prosecution!"

"They are now formally charging you with coercing a witness into perjury!"

Shen Wanyi slumped against the back of the expensive leather chair, her breathing becoming extremely erratic.

The doorbell at the security office downstairs rang again, its urgent ringing penetrating the entire luxurious apartment and assaulting her eardrums.

Her class pride, which she had maintained for forty-two years, and her contempt for that young village woman, shattered into dust at that moment.

……

Meanwhile, villas in the Mid-Levels of Hong Kong Island.

Lu Ting sat on the sofa in the living room, holding a freshly peeled peach in his hand.

A gentle breeze blew by, carrying the fishy smell of the sea into his nostrils, and he couldn't help but feel a slight acid reflux in his stomach.

Qian Weimin strode in, his face beaming.

He consciously stepped on the brakes and stopped three meters away from Jiang Mian.

"Dr. Jiang, news has come back from New York."

"Smith's general counsel handed over the boxes early yesterday morning. Shen Wanyi is now under travel restrictions imposed by the prosecution, and both of her offices have been sealed off for mandatory audits!"

Jiang Mian leaned against the velvet cushion, took the peach from Lu Ting's hand, and took a small bite.

"Is Smith still waiting for news?"

Qian Weimin chuckled, "That's right!"

"That old guy just made three phone calls in a row, anxiously asking us when we're going to start the business negotiation process in North America."

"He probably dreams about those tens of millions in profit share."

Jiang Mian swallowed the fruit pulp, grabbed a tissue to wipe her fingers clean, and spoke in a very soft tone.

"Go see him now and tell him our final decision."

Qian Weimin understood immediately.

……

An hour later, at the Peninsula Hotel office.

Smith, holding a glass of champagne, was clinking glasses with Victor.

Having eliminated Shen Wanyi, a stumbling block, and secured his entry into Dongfang Fengwu, he was in an excellent mood.

The door was pushed open.

Qian Weimin walked in with a pigeon-toed gait.

"Boss Qian! Did you bring the first draft of the contract?" Smith put down his wine glass and greeted him warmly.

Qian Weimin pulled a thin sheet of stationery from his briefcase and handed it over.

"There was no initial draft of the contract, only this one."

"Dr. Jiang specifically asked me to make this trip; he must hand it over to you personally."

Smith accepted it with a broad smile.

The paper contained only two lines of English translation, stamped with the bright red official seal of Oriental Style.

The smile on his face gradually froze as he read, until finally all color drained from his face.

The statement reads: "Given that Huirui Company has confirmed in writing that its business judgment was substantially interfered with and misled by a third party, this behavior constitutes a fundamental defect in its integrity and qualifications."

Effective immediately, Huirui's exclusive candidacy and negotiation rights in North America are permanently revoked.

This decision is not subject to appeal.

Smith's mind jerked violently.

"What does this mean!" Smith slammed the paper down on the table, the veins on his neck bulging.

"I helped you get Shen Wanyi into the FBI! You absolutely can't just abandon me like this!"

Qian Weimin took two steps back with a cold face.

"Mr. Smith, please get the facts straight."

"You signed that whistleblower authorization yourself, which, in the prosecution's view, shows that you did it to clear Hui Rui's name."

"As for this notification, it was done entirely in accordance with the cooperation standards between our two companies."

Qian Weimin fastened the clasp on his leather briefcase.

"Dr. Jiang's rules are very clear: any organization that is not thinking straight is not qualified to do business with Oriental Style."

"You should be glad that we settled the three million foreign exchange account between us, otherwise you wouldn't even be able to leave Hong Kong Island's customs."

Qian Weimin turned and strode away, not even bothering to close the door behind him.

The room was so quiet that you could hear the air conditioner fan running.

Smith's face was ashen, and his teeth were grinding together.

He turned his head abruptly, pointed at the thin notice on the table, and his voice trembled uncontrollably.

"So...she never intended for us to stay in the first place?"

Victor silently walked to the briefcase and took out an old file folder.

He pulled out a copy of the compliance statement they had signed a few days earlier at the South District Tea House to secure their candidacy, and pointed his finger heavily at one line of text.

It clearly states there: We have confirmed that our normal business decisions were affected by substantial interference from a third party.

Victor didn't speak, but simply nodded silently.