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

Two days later.

Qian Weimin rushed into the living room with his briefcase in hand, but stopped abruptly just as his toes touched the edge of the carpet.

He peeked out and confirmed that there was a full three meters between him and Jiang Mian before straightening his back.

Jiang Mian was leaning back on the chaise lounge, flipping through a book, with a soft blanket draped over her.

Lu Ting sat on a small wooden stool next to him, holding a small metal clip in his hand.

He crushed the walnut shell with a snap, and then used a special boning knife to scrape away the brown walnut skin bit by bit.

Pregnant women are prone to nausea and vomiting when they eat walnuts with the shell on.

This is what Lu Ting learned from the pregnancy care manual he swiped from the hospital.

"Dr. Jiang!"

Qian Weimin rubbed his hands together, his face beaming with joy.

"The operation in New York has been completed!"

Jiang Mian glanced at him, then reached out and took the tender white walnut kernel that Lu Ting handed her, putting it in her mouth.

Qian Weimin spoke loudly, and made an exaggerated circle with his hands.

"It's all over Manhattan."

"Shen Wanyi was taken away directly from her high-rise apartment by two plainclothes officers."

"I heard that she tried to call a lawyer when she left, but the FBI cut off her phone line."

"Both of her multinational trading companies were sealed off with large white tape."

"Several senior executives were also taken away for questioning."

"The accounts were frozen immediately, and hundreds of employees were cleared out overnight."

Qian Weimin let out a long sigh of relief as he finished speaking.

"This guy surnamed Shen has been causing trouble for so long, and he's finally gotten himself into trouble."

Jiang Mian remained calm; she was not surprised by the result.

Shen Wanyi's biggest mistake was never being heartless.

Rather, they were too confident in their own identity and methods.

I always thought everyone else was a country bumpkin who had never seen the world.

I always felt that by going through several shell companies and a few agents, the dirty work could be cleaned up.

But as long as she gives the order, even if her hands are clean, her shadow will still be left behind.

Qian Weimin continued, "And then there's that Smith."

"His expression changed immediately after he received the termination of negotiations letter stamped by you."

"We checked out of the hotel that very night and slunk off to the airport with Victor."

Qian Weimin took out a gold-embossed business card from his bag, placed two fingers on the edge of the coffee table, and gently pushed it over.

Before leaving, Victor insisted on giving Ahai a business card.

"The exact words were, 'If Miss Jiang ever changes her mind, Hui Rui's doors will always be open to you.'"

Jiang Mian didn't even glance at the business card.

"Throw it away."

Ah Hai quickly stepped forward, picked up the business card, and precisely tossed it into the trash can in the corner.

Jiang Mian chuckled, "She's just a fence-sitter."

"Anyone who bets on both sides can't get into either game."

Upon hearing this, Lu Ting put down the nutcracker in his hand and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Finally, they're gone."

He pinched his slightly swollen brow.

These past few days, whenever he heard Smith or the names of those foreign businessmen, his stomach would churn.

The cologne on those people was so strong it was more pungent than moldy, rotten salted fish.

Jiang Mian looked at his slightly pale face and reached out to squeeze the back of his thick hand.

Lu Ting immediately wrapped her hand in his palm and massaged her wrist.

Qian Weimin sensibly looked away, pulled over a chair, and sat down outside the red line.

"Dr. Jiang, Hui Rui has been completely kicked out this time."

"But North America is such a huge, lucrative market; we can't just leave it empty without selling anything, can we?"

Qian Weimin took out his notebook and flipped through it with a rustling sound.

"Yesterday afternoon alone, Mrs. He and Mrs. Su came to see me three times."

"Their relatives who do business in New York and Vancouver are going around pulling strings with bundles of cash, trying to buy our goods."

"Scalpers are even driving up the price of reservation numbers to the sky."

Jiang Mian adjusted the position of the pillow and lay down in a more comfortable position.

"Of course we need to stock up in North America."

Qian Weimin's eyes lit up instantly.

"Have you found a new North American distributor?"

"Is it the one in Canada, or the Chinese Chamber of Commerce in Los Angeles?"

"We're not even looking."

Jiang Mian pointed to the brass landline phone in the corner of the living room.

"Go, call Pierre."

Qian Weimin was completely stunned.

"Call that Frenchman?"

"The North American market isn't under his jurisdiction!"

Despite his doubts, Qian Weimin obediently ran over.

Ahai helped him straighten the telephone line.

He checked the international dialing code in his notebook and dialed the number.

When the line is connected, a faint electrical hum can be heard from the earpiece.

A few seconds later, the call was answered.

Pierre’s extremely exaggerated voice immediately came through the receiver.

He was completely on a winning streak in Paris during this period, and even managed to get in touch with established noble families by virtue of his quota of a few jars of oriental truffles.

"Miss Jiang! My esteemed friend!"

Pierre greeted him loudly in broken Chinese.

Jiang Mian didn't bother with formalities and spoke directly.

"With Huirui out of the game, the North American market is now a blank slate."

There was a three-second silence on the other end of the landline.

Immediately afterwards, an uncontrollable burst of ecstatic laughter came from the receiver.

Pierre knew all too well the weight of those words.

"Miss Jiang, leave it to me! Let me handle North America!"

Pierre was so excited that he spoke very quickly.

"We have eleven top-tier private clubs and upscale French restaurant partners in New York, Los Angeles, and Miami."

"It's all members-only; they don't accept regular customers!"

Pierre was afraid that Jiang Mian would change her mind, so he had already thought of a follow-up plan.

"We can completely replicate France's successful model."

"I will absolutely not go into supermarkets or retail counters."

"We also don't use the traditional distribution network."

"We will make Oriental Delights a special product for these eleven top clubs, and use it for auctions and private board meetings."

This operational logic is exactly what Jiang Mian is most satisfied with.

Traditional distribution channels are too cumbersome and can easily lead to the same kind of compliance whistleblowing troubles that Shen Wanyi experienced.

By directly accessing North America's top luxury circles, one can not only earn the highest level of foreign exchange but also save countless hours of wrangling with lower-level regulatory authorities.

Jiang Mian picked up the cup of warm water from the coffee table and slowly moistened her throat.

"I can hand it over to you, but I have three rules to make beforehand."

Pierre immediately stopped laughing and his tone became serious.

"First, there will be no exclusive distributor in North America."

"As long as others come up with a more powerful channel, I will still let them in."

Pierre gritted his teeth.

"No problem, we Europeans have never been afraid of head-on competition."

"Second," Jiang Mian said softly.

"You're only responsible for laying the channels."

"The brand pricing power and product quota allocation power are all directly controlled by the headquarters of Oriental Style."

"Even if you want to hold an internal tasting event in Manhattan, the list of attendees still has to be sent to Mr. Qian for approval first."

This requirement is extremely demanding, effectively stripping channel partners of their operational autonomy.

I heard heavy breathing coming through the receiver.

For the culinary giants of Europe, this is practically handing their necks over to someone else.

Jiang Mian chuckled.

"Mr. Pierre, if you find this difficult, we can just pretend this call never happened."

As she spoke, she prepared to press the cut-off button on the speakerphone.

"It can be done!" Pierre shouted in alarm.

"There's absolutely no problem with any of this!"

"The key to the brand is entirely in your hands!"

"Very good." Jiang Mian threw out the final bottom line.

"The last rule."

"From now on, no matter who it is, as long as I find them attempting to interfere with the normal business decisions of Dongfang Fengwu..."

"I don't care how much you've invested in North America, the cooperation will be terminated immediately, without any grace period."