[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-restarted-life-1992":3,"chapter-my-restarted-life-1992-my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-112":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},2279662,4460,"Chapter 112","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-112",112,"\u003Cp>Morning sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, warming Zhou Andong’s face as he awoke, feeling heavy-bodied; he opened his eyes to see Jian Qiu naked, clinging to him like an octopus, her smooth skin glinting in the light, every tiny vellus hair now clearly visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Jian Qiu also opened her eyes, bit him on the chest, then got up, dressed, and left the bedroom without a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey?” Zhou Andong complained, “You ate and left without even licking your lips? Listen, Jian Qiu—even if you’ve taken my body, you’ll never own my soul.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After speaking, Zhou Andong found his cigarette, lit one, and glanced down at the spot Jian Qiu had bitten; if not for the faint sting, he’d have thought it all a dream—too unreal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, Jian Qiu paused at his words, gritting her teeth and muttering, “That bastard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Jing was making breakfast in the kitchen, peering repeatedly toward Jian Qiu’s room; when she peeked again, she saw Jian Qiu emerge and waved cheerfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come here, come here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?” Jian Qiu frowned, not moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Jing smirked, “I get the feeling your walk’s off—kinda stiff, like you can’t step right.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu rolled her eyes, “Nothing, I’m going to brush my teeth.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t go, there’s something!” An Jing ran over, grabbed Jian Qiu’s arm, and asked curiously, “Tell me—how was it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu pinched An Jing’s face hard, “Are you trying to die? If you want to know how it feels, go find yourself a man and try it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Jing sighed, “Good men are nearly extinct—how easy is it to find one?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu said, half-annoyed, half-amused, “Guan Shengjie’s really great—chief reporter for the People’s Daily, ex-war correspondent, fearless even under gunfire—he’s a real man. Aren’t you tempted?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Jing tugged at her hair in frustration, “I think Guan Shengjie’s fine too, but for some reason, I just don’t feel it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong walked out of the room: “No spark doesn’t matter—feelings grow over time. Try getting to know him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Jing shook her head vigorously, “Nope, no feeling—no matter how much I try, it won’t work. I’d just waste his time looking for a wife.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after, Zhou Andong and Jian Qiu finished washing up, and An Jing set breakfast on the table: “I only cooked porridge and fried a few eggs—just make do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu smiled, “Our An Jing is so virtuous—getting up early to make breakfast, deserves praise.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong looked at An Jing and said, “Why do you have dark circles?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu suddenly remembered something and pinched Zhou Andong’s waist, “Can you stop making up conversation?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Jing burst out laughing, winked at Jian Qiu, then turned to Zhou Andong: “Why do I have dark circles? That’s your job to answer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong chuckled awkwardly, “Eat, eat—afterward, you go to the shop, we go to work.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Deyou arrived early at the brewery; as soon as he entered his office, Qu Hongqi came in: “Factory Director!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Deyou asked urgently, “Everything ready?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All set, don’t worry,” Qu Hongqi placed a stack of letters on the desk. “These arrived last night—all complaint letters.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Deyou asked absently, “Who are they complaining about?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qu Hongqi said, “Zhou Andong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Deyou perked up, tore open the letter, read its contents, nearly spat blood, and shredded the paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“These are the same two bastards’ complaint letters from last time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Last time, the complaint letter had been tossed into his mailbox at the brewery gate and went straight to Chang Tai; this time, the mailman delivered it, and since Qu Hongqi was head of Security, the gatekeeper gave it to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Throw them out!” Zhang Deyou snorted. “Then go to the broadcast station and announce the meeting—set it for eleven-thirty, use lunchtime, don’t disrupt production.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qu Hongqi agreed, gathered the letters, left the office, tossed them in the bathroom trash, then headed to the broadcast station.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Zhou Andong and Jian Qiu entered Gu Bing’s office, they heard Liu Huilan broadcasting: “Workers, workers, this is an announcement: at eleven-thirty today, gather at the factory cultural palace for the workers’ assembly. Repeat: eleven-thirty, factory cultural hall, workers’ assembly—do not be late.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuck!” Zhou Andong cursed, “Definitely Gao Qingkui and Zhang Deyou—up to some new nonsense again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu thought a moment, then said, “Could it be about the bonus?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Bing said, “Your bonus amount is large—without Zhang Deyou’s approval, you won’t get it. I asked him a few days ago, but that old bastard turned me down, said the brewery’s just starting to recover, not the time for bonuses, wait a while. Since Zuo Peiming knew about it, I wasn’t worried he’d cheat, so I didn’t tell you or rush it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong nodded, stroking his chin, “If that’s true, then his calling this workers’ meeting? Probably not about the meeting itself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu smiled, “Soldiers come, we send generals; water comes, we build dikes. We’ll find out what he’s really up to when the time comes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At eleven-twenty, the lunch bell rang; workers streamed toward the cultural hall, many grumbling: “We’ve worked all morning, nearly dead—can’t they wait till after lunch?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong and Jian Qiu entered the cultural palace, scanned the chaotic hall, found seats at the back, and turned to the stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the conference table, besides the microphone, lay a large square object covered in red cloth—no one knew what it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?” Zhou Andong’s gaze sharpened, “Jian Qiu, you see who I see?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who?” Jian Qiu asked, puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong pointed: “Over there—Chen Lao’ai, Meng Xiao, Ding Liuhex!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These guys were brewery scum—the kind no one wanted to touch, too lazy to bother with, useless trash. They drew wages but never worked; whenever they showed up at the factory, trouble always followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu saw them too, eyebrows raised: “Why are they suddenly here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong sneered, “Looks like today’s going to be a big show.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu’s eyes turned icy, her voice thick with violence: “I’ll go find Yao Army—tell him to bring men and watch those trash. If they’re not targeting you, fine. If they are, have the ambulance ready to carry them out.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1030,"2026-06-20T01:18:49.036Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","3e62b4c7e3c3a9bbd3aa5322622257879fda0d037991fefd0d6e185eeee699f6","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-113","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-111",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-restarted-life-1992-cover.jpg"]