[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-restarted-life-1992":3,"chapter-my-restarted-life-1992-my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-1":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","My Restarted Life: 1992",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":18,"prevChapterSlug":19,"totalChapters":20,"novelImage":21},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":12,"translator":16,"content_hash":17},2279551,4460,"Chapter 1","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-1",1,"\u003Cp>In Zhou Andong’s memory, New Year’s Day 1992 was bitterly cold, with heavy snow and howling north winds, yet inside the Jiangzhou Distillery Cultural Palace, the atmosphere was electric…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Among the throngs, you and I are here】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Meeting, knowing, refining each other】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Among the throngs, it’s you and me】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Pretending to be upright, smiling on the surface】…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunderous music and wailing vocals relentlessly pounded Zhou Andong’s eardrums. He forced his eyes open; a pinpoint of light gradually expanded. Blurry figures appeared before him, and slowly, the hazy scene sharpened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a theater capable of holding nearly a thousand people, packed to capacity—even the aisles were filled. Onstage, a young man with permed hair, clad in leather jacket and pants, gripped a microphone and screamed, leaping and thrashing as he sang “No Place to Hide.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Above the stage hung a red banner: “Lanterns Bright, Colors Vivid to Welcome the New Year; United in Heart, We Write a New Chapter. Wishing All Employees of Jiangzhou Distillery a Happy Year of the Monkey and All the Best.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong’s neck felt stiff. He turned his head slowly, gazing blankly at the familiar yet alien surroundings. His vision blurred again; the grating songs and pounding music receded, fading into distance until they vanished entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it!” A short young man grabbed Zhou Andong as he swayed, about to collapse. “Dong Ge, what’s wrong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boom!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, applause, whistles, and shouts surged into his ears again, clearing his blurred vision once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m fine, just a bit unwell,” Zhou Andong pushed away the thin, dark youth, his voice hoarse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The youth was Yao Army, Zhou Andong’s closest friend. Seeing his pale, bloodless face, he worriedly asked, “You look awful. Where exactly are you hurting?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just feel stuffy. I’m going outside for some air,” Zhou Andong pushed through the crowd, stumbling toward the restroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the hell happened!” Zhou Andong turned on the faucet, cupping icy water in his hands and splashing it onto his face, then staring blankly into the mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The strong stream roared against the white-tiled sink, droplets splattering across the mirror, sliding slowly down and distorting the younger face reflected within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Click, click, click…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, the rhythmic clack of high heels echoed against the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong turned and stepped out of the restroom, facing a beautiful woman. She stood over 1.7 meters tall, heels adding even more height—taller than Zhou Andong at a glance. She wore an orange bat-wing top and jeans, her long hair loosely tied at the nape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was stunning—beautiful in a way that defied reason. Her skin was snow-white, her eyebrows finely arched like brushstrokes, her straight nose framed by glasses. Every movement radiated elegant grace. Above all, she carried an aura of utter disdain and supreme confidence—confidence bred only by privilege, nurtured since childhood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman saw Zhou Andong, smiled politely, gave a slight nod, then turned and entered the women’s restroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong acted as if he hadn’t seen her. He hurried to the entrance, shoved the door open with both hands, and icy wind laden with snowflakes struck his face like knives—his cheeks stung. He involuntarily shivered, fumbling in his pocket for a crumpled pack of cigarettes, pulling one out and placing it between his lips, then reaching for a match.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether from cold or something else, his hands trembled. A soft *click*—the match snapped. He tried another—*click*—it snapped again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One, two, three… eight… Either he crushed them by misjudging pressure, or they ignited only to be snuffed out by the wind. Frustrated, he tore open the matchbox, scattering sticks across the floor. He gathered the remaining dozen or so, clutched them tightly, and struck them hard—*sssshh!*—a flame leapt up, finally igniting the cigarette.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hot smoke, thick with bitter taste, spread from his mouth to his throat, creating a choking sensation, then sank into his lungs—a suffocating pressure that sent his mind reeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long while, he regained his composure and looked up at a nearby four-story red-brick building—the factory headquarters, the center of Jiangzhou Distillery’s power. On its red walls still hung slogans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Seize New Opportunities, Create New Advantages, Forge New Glories!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Firmly Uphold Reform and Opening-Up, Summon Extraordinary Courage, Drive Development!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Feeling Our Way Across the River, Dare to Experiment, Boldly Break Through, Carve a Bloodied Path!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ha… heh… ha… hahaha…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong grinned, his voice hoarse. At first, the laughter was so low no one could hear it; gradually, it grew louder, tears streaming from his eyes. He had been reborn. This absurd, impossible thing had happened to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long moments passed before Zhou Andong calmed. He looked up at the swirling snowflakes, took one final drag, then crushed the cigarette under his heel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having gained one life anew, I shall make my name eternal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since heaven has granted me this second chance, I will live it well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhou Andong!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A woman with big curly hair, dressed in a long down coat and fashionable attire, stepped out of a red Santana.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jiang Yuping!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at the woman before him, Zhou Andong whispered her name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuping’s face was grim: “We agreed to meet at the marriage bureau this afternoon. Look at the time now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Divorce?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong blinked. He vaguely remembered—this woman had been corrupted by vile capitalism, yearning for Western notions of freedom and equality, craving independence, rejecting marriage. Today, she had divorced him and left for America.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t play dumb!” Jiang Yuping snorted. “I’m waiting for you at the marriage bureau. Hurry up, don’t dawdle.” She turned, got into the car, and slammed the door shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red Santana drove past Zhou Andong. The man behind the wheel glanced at him—clearly visible was the man’s mocking smirk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong frowned, then after a moment recalled who the man was. He sneered, turned, and walked toward the gate, flagging down a yellow minivan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Marriage Bureau.”\u003C\u002Fp>",976,"2026-06-20T01:18:49.036Z","Qwen3-Next 80B","908232c7f860064e4b6e2633543bc255a87c17525fddaa4cecfa92dc85fc1cc4","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-2",null,1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-restarted-life-1992-cover.jpg"]