[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-restarted-life-1992":3,"chapter-my-restarted-life-1992-my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-32":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},2279582,4460,"Chapter 32: The Devious Zhou Andong","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-32",32,"\u003Cp>Gu Bing’s eyes lit up. Since taking office, he’d been ground into the dirt by Gao Qingkui and Zhang Deyou—no one knows that suffering but those who’ve endured it. He hadn’t wanted to resist, but he was alone, weak, and his strength simply didn’t allow it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought of complaining to his superiors, but he had no face for that. He thought of asking his shady friends for help, but that would be too humiliating. So he’d been like a young wife bullied by a dozen big men, hiding in his office every day to lick his wounds—until now, when Zhou Andong said he could grind Zhang Deyou into the dirt, and suddenly he came alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Quick, tell me, let me enjoy this too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong grinned: “Want to know?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Bing nodded vigorously: “Yes!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong curled his finger. Gu Bing paused, then understood, grabbed the cigarettes and lighter from his desk, and rushed over to light one for Zhou Andong himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong took a slow drag, smiling: “The secretary lighting my cigarette—now that’s comfortable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Bing’s face darkened again: “Just spit it out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong exhaled a smoke ring: “Think—what happens if a huge surge of customers suddenly start buying Jiangzhou Imperial Wine?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Bing said: “If retail shops don’t have it, they’ll naturally ask the next-level wholesalers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Snap!” Zhou Andong snapped his fingers. “Whether it’s individual wholesalers or supply and marketing cooperatives, they’ll all contact the Sales Department immediately. Even bosses, managers, and directors will call Gao Qingkui and Zhang Deyou directly. What’ll happen then?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Bing said: “Those two old bastards will definitely tear us down—and they’ll tell everyone Jiangzhou Imperial Wine is just Da Gaoliang.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong smiled, his grin sly: “When the report comes out about top leaders visiting the grassroots and Jiangzhou Imperial Wine appears in the newspaper—especially the People’s Daily—what do you think those bosses, managers, and directors will think?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Bing shot to his feet: “What else? They’ll be furious with Zhang Deyou and Gao Qingkui.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly!” Zhou Andong tapped ash into the ashtray. “When Da Gaoliang was in short supply, individual wholesalers and city supply cooperatives begged them for it. Now that the wine won’t sell, they go begging—and those same people won’t give them the time of day. So they don’t care about offending them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But our reforms are unstoppable. If they don’t repair those relationships, those connections will be handed to us on a silver platter. Those two old bastards won’t let that happen. So for their own selfish gain, they’ll likely harm the brewery and its workers—selling Jiangzhou Imperial Wine at Da Gaoliang prices to individual wholesalers and city supply cooperatives.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They dare?” Gu Bing slammed his fist on the desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong rolled his eyes: “I told you a few days ago to guard the warehouse—no bottle must leave their hands. We can’t sweat our asses off doing their dirty work so they can use the wine to build connections. Let me be clear: if those two are truly determined to betray the brewery and its workers, you won’t be able to hold onto the eighty tons in storage.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Bing’s face flushed red. He opened his mouth to speak, then slumped like a deflated balloon and sat down—only to leap up again instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re as sneaky as a monkey—there’s a plan, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong snapped: “What do you mean ‘sneaky as a monkey’? That’s clever, insightful, resourceful, strategic, and decisive from afar—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop! Stop! Stop!” Gu Bing raised both hands. “I’m sorry, okay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong nodded, satisfied with Gu Bing’s attitude: “Tomorrow we’ll hold a factory-wide workers’ meeting. After selling the eighty tons of wine, we’ll back-pay the wages owed for the past two years—and starting this month, everyone gets a sixty-yuan monthly raise.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Bing wasn’t stupid—he instantly grasped the implications. He slapped his thigh, then excitedly wrapped his arms around Zhou Andong’s neck and planted a loud kiss on his forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shit!” Zhou Andong was completely caught off guard. He shot up onto the sofa and crouched on the armrest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Secretary, I’m a married man—I’m perfectly normal. If you’ve got needs, we’ve got plenty of men in this factory—tall, short, fat, thin, young, old, and mostly right in between. Just say the word, and plenty will be happy to keep you company. After all, you’re the secretary, the boss—even if you don’t have real power, climbing into your bed still counts as a step up to heaven.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get lost!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Bing’s face darkened: “I was just carried away.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Phew!” Zhou Andong exhaled deeply, patting his chest, looking genuinely shaken. “Ohhh, I see, I see—I was so scared.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Bing was furious, nearly spitting blood. He kept telling himself: don’t get angry at this bastard—if you do, you’ll die, and you’ll be the one who loses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I need a cigarette to calm down. That just scared the hell out of me.” Zhou Andong lit a cigarette, glanced at Gu Bing, still panting, and smoothly changed the subject.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhang Deyou’s still weak, but Gao Qingkui has real authority among the workers. If he says something, no one will oppose him—or dare to. If he sells Jiangzhou Imperial Wine as Da Gaoliang, we won’t have a single way to stop him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But if you hold a workers’ meeting and tell everyone the wine’s being sold—not only will they get back pay, but their wages will rise—maybe they won’t believe you at first. But once the reports come out, they’ll believe you. Your prestige will rise naturally. Then Gao Qingkui and Zhang Deyou won’t be able to suppress you so easily.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this, Zhou Andong’s face twisted into that smug grin again: “When that happens, let those two old bastards sell the wine at Da Gaoliang prices—let them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why?” Gu Bing asked, confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong said: “If they sell the eighty tons at Da Gaoliang prices, they won’t even have enough to cover the back pay, let alone the raises. Do you think our thousand-plus workers won’t tear them apart?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Bing asked: “What if those two old bastards sell at our agreed price?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong said: “Your prestige will be established. If you stand up and oppose them, I’m sure many workers will side with you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re really devious,” Gu Bing said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong chuckled: “The money for the wall calendars is due. And the per diem for the workers going out tomorrow—pay it out tonight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll go to Finance right away,” Gu Bing nodded, standing to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong picked up the phone and called Jiang Yuyue. Luck was with him—she answered: “Come see me tomorrow morning.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue asked: “What time?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong said: “Seven.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Okay!” Jiang Yuyue’s voice suddenly softened. “Mom’s back. Gotta go.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1122,"2026-06-20T01:18:49.036Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b9d244dbc51a5b048c316ef01e0b2ad8e7e9516b43e49e16bfd429e9668716a4","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-33","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-31",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-restarted-life-1992-cover.jpg"]