[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-restarted-life-1992":3,"chapter-my-restarted-life-1992-my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-111":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","My Restarted Life: 1992",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2279661,4460,"Chapter 111","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-111",111,"\u003Cp>Gong Jie was unfriendly toward him; Zhou Andong didn’t need to think hard to know he’d touched someone’s cake. As for where exactly certain people had sliced their cake, he didn’t care. After all, the distillery had always been government-subsidized, with no loans or debts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kangyu had reserved dinner at the guesthouse, but Zuo Peiming had another important meeting and had to return immediately. Zhou Andong and Gu Bing, of course, wouldn’t stay either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What they hadn’t expected was that while still on the way back to the city, news of the acquisition of Jinli County Distillery had spread through Jiangzhou Distillery. To everyone’s surprise, the person in charge of the acquisition was Zhou Andong—and the contract was signed by Secretary Gu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Zhang Deyou heard the news, his face suddenly turned pale. Logically, Gao Qingkui was due to retire in a few days, and his appointment should have been finalized long ago—but no word had come, leaving him restless and sleepless. Yet Gao Qingkui had kept assuring him the manager’s position was his, that no one could take it away, which had eased his mind somewhat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, with such a major acquisition happening without his knowledge—and only learning of it after the contract was signed—he was utterly panicked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong was in charge of the acquisition; he hadn’t thought much of it, assuming Zuo Peiming was deliberately grooming him. But for Gu Bing to sign the contract on behalf of the distillery was deeply suspicious. Especially since the official appointment hadn’t been announced yet—was it possible they intended for Gu Bing to serve as acting manager?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more Zhang Deyou thought, the paler his face grew, the more his heart raced. He hurried out of his office to find Gao Qingkui.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Gao Qingkui’s expression wasn’t any better. The situation had completely caught him off guard, and his thoughts aligned with Zhang Deyou’s: the city was clearly considering letting Gu Bing take on the manager’s role as well—and that was bad news for them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Deyou pushed the door open without knocking: “Manager, you must have heard already.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Qingkui nodded, stroking his scalding-hot enamel mug: “Truly unexpected.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do we do?” Zhang Deyou asked, panicked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Panicked about what?” Gao Qingkui shot him an annoyed look. “The sky won’t fall.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Deyou swallowed hard. He said nothing more, but his dazed, lost expression betrayed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Qingkui held his enamel mug, stood up, and stared out the window. After a long while, he said: “We can’t wait any longer. Tomorrow, we’ll hold a workers’ assembly and fire Zhou Andong. As long as he’s out of the distillery, even if you don’t become manager, we still have a chance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Deyou said bitterly: “Is there really no other way?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Qingkui slowly turned back, looking at Zhang Deyou: “If this has already become fact, then even Deputy Secretary Lin can’t oppose it. If it’s not fact, then our worries are pointless.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Deyou gritted his teeth: “Fine. I’ll have Qu Hongqi arrange it right away.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Qingkui nodded: “Don’t let anything go wrong. This is our only chance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I understand!” Zhang Deyou turned and left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After returning, Zhou Andong and Gu Bing went straight to Jian Qiu’s office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing them, Jian Qiu stood up and opened her arms to welcome them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Bing laughed heartily, reaching out to embrace her—only to see her push his arm aside, wrap her arms around Zhou Andong, and say happily:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Congratulations.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong hugged Jian Qiu, inhaling deeply the shampoo scent in her hair: “Thank you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Bing silently pulled out a cigarette, lit it, sat down, and stared at the ceiling, looking utterly despondent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell me everything that happened!” Jian Qiu tugged at Zhou Andong’s hand like a little girl, pouting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong walked behind the desk and sat down. Jian Qiu plopped onto his lap, opened a drawer, took out a pack of Huazǐ, pulled out a cigarette, and placed it between his lips. Then she dug another item from the drawer—a lighter—and lit it for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong asked: “Why do you keep cigarettes in your drawer?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu said: “For you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This woman understood him too well. Zhou Andong was moved—he took her hand and kissed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu smiled softly, leaned down, and kissed his cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough already!” Gu Bing complained. “You two are flaunting this right in front of me—do you even care about my feelings?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong snorted: “If you don’t like it, leave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly!” Jian Qiu wrapped her arms around Zhou Andong’s neck and echoed: “If you don’t like it, leave.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Bing pointed at them, speechless for a moment, then muttered: “Fine, you two are ruthless.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu giggled: “Now tell me about the negotiations!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong gave a brief summary. Jian Qiu immediately kissed his cheek again: “Baby, you’re amazing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Bing couldn’t help speaking up: “Qiuqiu, you’re not even married yet—calling him ‘baby’? Can’t you be a little more reserved?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu rolled her eyes at Gu Bing: “I’ll call him whatever I want. What’s it to you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Bing gave up and stood up: “I’m starving. I’m going to eat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait!” Zhou Andong patted Jian Qiu’s thigh. “We’re going to eat too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time they finished eating, it was already time to clock out. Zhou Andong and Jian Qiu went to the shop but didn’t see An Jing—the little brat had definitely gone home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seven hundred square meters—even with a cold storage room carved out—was still plenty of space. Zhou Andong thought such an area could easily accommodate a real Western restaurant; selling burgers felt like a waste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They walked around the shop briefly, then left. Zhou Andong dropped Jian Qiu off at home—and sure enough, An Jing was watching TV in the living room, biting into an apple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh!” An Jing exclaimed happily. “You’re back! Did you eat?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu nodded: “Yes. What about you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I ate too!” An Jing picked up an apple from the fruit tray on the coffee table. “Try this—I bought it today. It’s sweet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I didn’t shower yesterday. I’m going to take a bath first,” Jian Qiu said, heading to the bathroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong didn’t hesitate—he took the apple, bit into it with a crisp crunch: “Mmm. Definitely sweet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sweet, right?” An Jing beamed. “I’ve never bought such a sweet apple in my life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Jian Qiu finished bathing, Zhou Andong took a quick shower too—and then he was left behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the middle of the night, Zhou Andong was half-asleep when he felt a warm, slippery body slip into his bed. Next, his mouth was covered—something like a little eel slithered inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In another room, An Jing suddenly opened her eyes. In the darkness, her gaze was lonely. After a long, long while, she cracked a strange, silent laugh, sighed deeply, pulled the blanket over her head, and whispered: “Sleep.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1149,"2026-06-20T01:18:49.036Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","3205772ab82ac2c3253c11f42fdbda04b889b8e4b1981a3fbc271614db3a2693","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-112","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-110",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-restarted-life-1992-cover.jpg"]