[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-restarted-life-1992":3,"chapter-my-restarted-life-1992-my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-19":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},2279569,4460,"Chapter 19: Polish Zhao Jianlong","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-19",19,"\u003Cp>Zhou Andong had no idea that those old women were gossiping behind his back about him, and that it would bring him no small trouble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Bing parked the car at the Municipal Committee Guesthouse, then booked the best private room, and Zhou Andong ordered seventeen or eighteen dishes in one go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong placed the liquor on the table and took photos from every angle; when the dishes arrived, he took more photos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Done yet?” Gu Bing asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong nodded: “All set, let’s eat!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A whole table of dishes, the two of them ate fiercely, eyes rolling back from fullness, yet still left over half; finally, they leaned back in their chairs, staring at each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do we do with all this leftover?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong said weakly: “What else can we do? Pack it up—I’ve got elders above and kids below. I’m feasting on delicacies here, while they’re starving at home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Bing stared at Zhou Andong in disbelief, then said after a long pause: “I feel like you ordered all these dishes not to take photos, but to pack them up and take them home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Petty!” Zhou Andong let out a burp, charging headlong down the path of self-destruction, pulling farther and farther away, impossible to rein in: “You’re the petty one.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Bing stopped bothering with Zhou Andong—this guy’s tongue was too sharp; the more he talked, the more likely he was to give someone a stroke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Waiter! Pack it up!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The waitress was stunned—this was the first time she’d ever seen someone order takeout from here. But regardless of her thoughts, she fetched plastic bags and packed each dish into its own bag, filling a dozen or so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Burp!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong burped again, grabbing the packed food: “Where are you going next?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where are you going?” Gu Bing asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong said: “I’m going to a photo shop to develop the pictures, then to the printing factory.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Bing said: “I’ve got nothing to do—I’ll tag along with you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong said: “Why aren’t you rushing to deliver the liquor? Why are you wandering around with me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Bing said: “I’m leaving tonight anyway, and besides, the old bosses only come down to the grassroots around the eighth or ninth of every month.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong got in the car: “Honestly, I still have full confidence in our distillery’s liquor. If the old bosses taste it and like it, and they ask you for some, don’t bother telling me—just send it to them. But don’t you dare give it away for free.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?” Gu Bing’s eyes widened: “You’re going to charge the old bosses for drinking your liquor? Don’t you know how many people would kill to give them liquor?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shout louder? Think your voice is bigger?” Zhou Andong shot him a glare. “There are over a thousand people at the factory waiting to sell this liquor to pay salaries and celebrate the New Year. You give it away for free—what are they supposed to eat, wind?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong put on a righteous expression, but inside he was thinking: Each bottle gives me a two-fen commission—you give it away, who do I collect that two-fen from?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Besides, the old bosses have higher awareness than you—they’ll definitely pay, as long as you don’t pretend to be generous and refuse.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Bing wanted to kill Zhou Andong, and shut his mouth again, refusing to speak to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back at the same photo shop, they paid extra for rush service, and the photos were ready in just over two hours. After picking a few, they got in the car and headed straight for the printing factory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xianping, upon hearing Gu Bing was the Party Secretary of the distillery, burst into laughter, his face wrinkling like steamed buns as he grabbed Gu Bing’s hand and shook it vigorously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah! I knew this morning’s magpies were squawking for a reason—turns out we’ve got esteemed guests! Welcome, welcome!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong smiled: “Hey, Wu Boss, your flattery needs to be a bit more plausible—it’s winter, where are the magpies?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t understand, little brother Zhou,” Wu Xianping said solemnly. “No magpies, but I heard their calls—that’s the Magpie Spirit bringing me good fortune. It means Heaven itself is delighted that Secretary Gu has come to my place.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn!” Zhou Andong gave him a thumbs-up. “A real talent! If your printing factory ever goes under, come find me—your mastery of flattery alone means I won’t let you down.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Bing glanced sideways at Zhou Andong, clearly thinking: Look how well this boss handles people—look at you, how big is the gap?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough!” Zhou Andong acted as if he hadn’t seen it, leaving Gu Bing deeply frustrated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hurry up and set the layout—start printing tomorrow. Time is tight; we don’t have time for you two to flatter and listen to flattery.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Right, right, priorities first—come in quickly!” Though scolded by Zhou Andong, Wu Xianping didn’t care at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong marveled—this Wu Boss wasn’t just unfazed, he wasn’t even embarrassed. His skin was thicker than most. Yet such a man in this era had no reason not to rise—but in his past life, he’d never heard Wu Xianping’s name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is the office—conditions are limited, very humble. Secretary Gu, Brother Zhou, don’t mind the simplicity.” Wu Xianping opened the door and gestured them in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he called an office was actually a converted residence: a kang piled with messy paper, a desk on the floor, and a row of sofas along the west wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please have tea!” A girl of seventeen or eighteen entered carrying two cups of tea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xianping smiled: “This is my daughter, Wu Di.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Zhou Andong first saw the girl, he felt nothing—but when he heard her name, the face of a mature, beautiful woman slowly merged with the girl’s youthful one in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Isn’t this the boss of Diya Printing and Packaging?” Zhou Andong muttered to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his past life, Diya ranked second among China’s top ten printing and packaging firms, valued over seven billion, and Wu Di was ninth on the provincial rich list. Because she was beautiful and from Jiangzhou, Zhou Andong naturally knew of her—but he hadn’t paid close attention, so it took him a moment to recall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder he’d never heard of Wu Xianping—his daughter’s brilliance had completely overshadowed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s wrong?” Gu Bing nudged Zhou Andong, who was staring blankly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing!” Zhou Andong snapped back to reality, placing the photos on the desk. “Here are the photos!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It took over an hour to finalize the layout, then Zhou Andong scribbled together several slogans for the baijiu ad, stitching together lines from his past-life memories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How long to print ten thousand copies?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xianping said: “Printing is fast, but binding takes time—about a week should do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong nodded: “First, print a thousand copies tomorrow—I’ll pick them up the day after. Any problem?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xianping said: “Tight schedule, but no problem.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good!” Zhou Andong turned to Gu Bing. “Anything else?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No,” Gu Bing shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then let’s go!” Zhou Andong stood and walked out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Xianping saw them off, turning back only after the car had driven far away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the car, Zhou Andong kept thinking—he’d need to build a good relationship with Wu Xianping, so he could get in early when Diya was still growing, and get a share of the meat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you thinking about?” Gu Bing found it strange that Zhou Andong hadn’t spoken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong pulled out a cigarette and lit it: “Do you know this guy Zhao Jianlong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Bing said: “I’ve heard of him, but never met him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong took a drag: “Can you get the reporter who wrote that article to come to Jiangzhou?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why?” Gu Bing asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong said: “I’m going to polish Zhao Jianlong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Bing frowned: “Polish? What does that mean?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong said: “Ever polished a walnut? You rub it repeatedly until the surface becomes smooth and lustrous.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Bing suddenly understood, smiling: “That’s a clever analogy. You’ve got a grudge?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grudge? Not exactly. But we’ve had a falling out.” Zhou Andong cracked the window a crack, letting the smoke rush out. “He thinks he can control Jiangzhou? Dared to reach for me? Then I’ll chop off his hand.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1385,"2026-06-20T01:18:49.036Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","a021e3060aeda3bb8953535880936b0e1e9d2b146b9b895df849f2ec00a6c497","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-20","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-18",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-restarted-life-1992-cover.jpg"]