[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-restarted-life-1992":3,"chapter-my-restarted-life-1992-my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-2":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},2279552,4460,"Chapter 2: Today Is a Good Day","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-2",2,"\u003Cp>The divorce procedures were quick—just a stamp and it was done. They left the civil affairs bureau, and Jiang Yuying shook the divorce certificate, looking in good spirits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m leaving tonight—first to Shanghai, then flying to the U.S. My cousin there has already arranged everything.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go to America as a second-class citizen and find some foreigner with a big nose, blue eyes, yellow hair, and body odor as a husband,” Zhou Andong sneered. “Have you decided yet? Will it be a gentlemanly British man, a romantic Frenchman, or a passionate Italian? But let me warn you—gentlemanly, romantic, passionate—all of it’s bullshit. If you really marry them, they won’t give you a single cent as bride price, your in-laws won’t help raise your kids, and you won’t even see a shadow of their monthly salary.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“None of your damn business!” Jiang Yuying’s good mood vanished: “Do you know how much the per capita income differs between our country and America? I’ll tell you—it’s seventy times. Our per capita income is only $350, while America’s is $25,000.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pointed to the long down coat she was wearing: “See this? My cousin sent it to me—American-made, over sixty U.S. dollars, which is equivalent to more than two months’ salary for us, but in America, it’s just one day’s pay.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong scoffed: “I’m laying this down now—remember it. In less than twenty years, our country will surpass Japan and become the world’s second-largest economy. This pace of development is unimaginable. In the future, our country will become the world’s largest exporter of textiles and apparel, and a huge portion of people worldwide will be wearing clothes stamped with ‘deihna.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuying sneered: “Although I don’t believe any of what you’re saying, I still hope my homeland really will have such a day one day. After all, we’ve been chanting ‘surpass Britain and catch up with America’ for decades.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong shrugged and glanced at the red Santana: “This car suits you well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuying’s face darkened: “What do you mean?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing,” Zhou Andong said. “I just remembered a saying: a vain woman would rather cry in a car than smile on a bicycle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps the wait had been too long—the man behind the wheel opened his door and stepped out. He was about thirty-one or thirty-two, wearing sunglasses and sporting the classic slicked-back hair of a gambler, but his hair oil seemed too thick—he looked greasy, as if even a mosquito landing on him would slip off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuying suddenly lost control, pointing at the man and screaming at Zhou Andong: “Zhou Andong, he’s just an ordinary friend of mine! Even if there really was something between us, you have no right to look down on me. Look at yourself—a college graduate who’s spent years in the brewery, yet hasn’t even made deputy section chief, got demoted from quality inspection to the radio station, and spends every day reading newspapers aloud. Don’t you feel utterly incompetent? Back then, when you saved me from a few thugs, I don’t know what drug I was on—I defied my family’s objections and married you. Now I think about it, I was so childish and ridiculous.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man put his arm around Jiang Yuying’s shoulder: “What’s the point of talking to this useless piece of trash? Don’t ruin your health over him. Let’s go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong’s eyes narrowed slightly: “I know you—Zhao Jianlong. You opened the first video game parlor in Jiangzhou, and now you’ve got seven or eight. You’re among the first to get rich. But you’re dirty in how you live and work—you’ll end up swept into the trash bin by the cops sooner or later.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“F*** you, you’re asking for death!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong’s words enraged Zhao Jianlong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong didn’t even look at Zhao Jianlong—he turned to Jiang Yuying: “We were married. Let me give you one final warning: stay far away from this trash, especially your brother—my former brother-in-law. He can’t swim well. Stay on the same boat with him too long, and when it capsizes, you’ll drown.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuying took a deep breath, steadying her emotions: “I don’t want to argue with you anymore. Let’s just go our separate ways.” She walked toward the nearby Santana.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong sighed: “When it’s time to rain, the sky rains; when a mother wants to remarry, she remarries. Do as you please.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His former father-in-law, the director of the city’s Industrial Bank, and his former brother-in-law, the head of a bureau, were both ruined by this Zhao Jianlong. One, who was about to be transferred to headquarters, retired early; the other, whose future was limitless, was sent off to a powerless post to waste away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Jianlong pointed mockingly at Zhou Andong: “Out of respect for Yuying, I won’t hold this against you. If you ever hit rock bottom, come find me—I’ll give you a meal, just like feeding a dog.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh no, please don’t!” Zhou Andong grinned, showing his white teeth in a deliberately insolent expression. “You don’t need to show anyone any favor. I beg you—please, just take me seriously. Fight me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Jianlong stared coldly at Zhou Andong, his gaze dark and menacing. No one had dared speak to him like this in years. And this worthless thing, who in his eyes was less than a dog, kept provoking him. Did he really think wearing a suit turned him into a gentleman?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong let out a mocking laugh, leaned forward slightly, and whispered close to Zhao Jianlong’s ear: “We each take our own path. Don’t you dare get in my way. If you do, I might not kill you—but I can make you piss yourself. Don’t believe me? Try it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhao Jianlong, what’s there to talk to him for? Let’s go—I still have to pack my bags!” Jiang Yuying rolled down her window and shouted impatiently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Jianlong suddenly laughed: “Kid, in all my years in the underworld, you’re the first to dare challenge me like this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong sneered: “Underworld? To me, you’re just a petty thug. Do you even know what the underworld is?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh?” Zhao Jianlong raised an eyebrow. “Then tell me—what is the underworld?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong patted Zhao Jianlong’s shoulder and whispered softly: “The underworld is this—you die, I live.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Jianlong gave Zhou Andong a thumbs-up: “Kid, I hope you live to be a hundred.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry!” Zhou Andong walked toward the civil affairs bureau’s entrance. “I, Zhou Andong, will outlive you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him came the heavy slam of a car door, followed by a sharp honk. The red Santana surged past Zhou Andong in a gust of wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong spat on the ground: “Driving this fast in the snow—you’ll get yourself killed someday.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had he spoken than a screeching brake sounded, and the red Santana spun wildly, crashing onto the curb on the opposite side of the road and slamming into a tree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong widened his eyes and pinched his own cheek: “When did my mouth get blessed?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Jiang Yuying and Zhao Jianlong stumble out of the wrecked car, Zhou Andong felt an indescribable sense of relief and couldn’t help singing aloud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah… today’s a good day, everything you wish for comes true. Today’s a good day, open the door and welcome the spring breeze…”\u003C\u002Fp>",1218,"2026-06-20T01:18:49.036Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","66b04a4f107cc526f60bec633861bcf8754bf5a9e06002aeeb9132c66026c078","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-3","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-1",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-restarted-life-1992-cover.jpg"]