[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-restarted-life-1992":3,"chapter-my-restarted-life-1992-my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-42":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},2279592,4460,"Chapter 42: The Invisible Gu Bing","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-42",42,"\u003Cp>“Factory director, even though the liquor has new packaging, a new name, and a higher price, it’s still Da Gaoliang—it won’t kill anyone, what problem could there be?” Liu Jian didn’t know much, but he had one good trait: if he didn’t understand, he asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What problem could there be?” Zhang Deyou angrily jabbed a finger at Liu Jian: “Use your pig brain and think—when this liquor hits the market, who’s going to buy it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Jian shook his head: “No one will. Especially the sealed-bottle version—retail price 196, the liquor itself is expensive, only a fool would buy it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly.” Zhang Deyou said. “Retailers paid dozens or over a hundred yuan per case, and now they can’t sell a single bottle. Do you think they’ll be happy? If the liquor were fine, no matter how upset they were, they’d have to accept it. But if they find out this so-called tribute liquor is just Da Gaoliang with a new label—do you think they won’t cause trouble?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Jian nodded: “They’ll definitely demand a refund.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Deyou snorted: “Refunding the money is the least of it—the real problem is the damage to the distillery’s reputation. Once this happens, who will trust us anymore? Even if we later develop a better-tasting liquor, the public will still think it’s just Six Da Gaoliang. At that point, our factory is finished.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Jian asked: “Then what do we do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Deyou thought for a moment, picked up the phone, and dialed Qu Hongqi, head of the Security Department: “This is Zhang Deyou!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qu Hongqi said: “Director, speak.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Deyou said: “From now on, no one except factory staff is allowed through the main gate—not even if someone you know calls. Understood?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Understood!” Qu Hongqi hung up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong, Gu Bing, Jian Qiu, and Jiang Yuyue returned after lunch, played cards all afternoon, Zhou Andong won over a hundred yuan, and treated everyone to hotpot that night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>January 9th, Thursday. The sky remained overcast, but the wind had stopped. Though still minus twenty-something degrees, it didn’t feel as cold as yesterday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Auntie, why are you here so early again?” Zhou Andong yawned as he opened the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah!” Jiang Yuyue grinned: “Say ‘auntie’ again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong glared, raised his hand to strike—Jiang Yuyue ducked, then kicked him with her foot, laughing: “Go put on some clothes before you freeze to death.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong yawned, went inside, dressed, spent a few minutes brushing his teeth and washing his face, skipped breakfast, and headed straight for the distillery—only to be stopped at the gate by security.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s the meaning of this?” Zhou Andong stared at the guy in front of him—thin and tall, no more than twenty-something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guard said: “You can go in, but she can’t.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong raised an eyebrow: “Why can’t she?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guard, growing impatient, said: “How should I know? It’s a factory order—no outsiders allowed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong said: “She’s not an outsider. She’s the calendar model we hired—she’s here today to collect her modeling fee.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue took off her scarf and hat. The guard’s eyes lit up as he sized her up: “You know what? She really does look like her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you mean ‘looks like’?” Zhou Andong snapped. “She is her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guard grinned: “Even if she is, she still can’t go in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“***...” Zhou Andong moved to strike, but Jiang Yuyue held him back. “Forget it. I won’t go in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the time, due to severe police shortages, security departments and security offices at factories and mines all wore police uniforms, received salaries from their employers, and operated under dual management by both police and enterprise authorities. In some large state-owned enterprises, security personnel even carried firearms. For any incident occurring within residential or living areas—except for serious criminal cases—the factory’s security office handled everything themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue held him back because she feared he’d get hurt. But to Zhou Andong, this kind of petty thug waving a feather as if it were an imperial decree—beat him up, what did it matter? As long as he didn’t kill or maim him, his status as a college student meant no one could seriously punish him—worst case, a warning, a written confession, salary deduction, public reprimand across the factory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before, if he’d wanted to become a deputy section chief, he might have hesitated. But now he didn’t care anymore—he planned to leave the distillery after the New Year. These punishments meant nothing to him. What did he have to fear?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong patted Jiang Yuyue’s hand on his arm: “Today, if I don’t make him kneel and call me ‘Master,’ I won’t take the surname Zhou.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can you calm down?” Jiang Yuyue clung to his arm, whispering in his ear: “This is the main gate—people come and go constantly. If you beat him up now to vent your anger, you’ll be the one who suffers in the end. Not worth it. Wait till tonight, follow him to a quiet place, and deal with him then—who’ll know?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guard pulled his police baton from his belt and taunted: “Kid, come on—let’s see how you make me kneel and call you Master.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Beep-beep...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A 212 jeep pulled up beside Zhou Andong. The window rolled down, and Gu Bing stuck his head out: “What’s going on?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue said: “The guard won’t let me in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Bing opened the door and stepped out. He asked the guard: “Why won’t she enter?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guard smiled, tapping his baton against his palm: “Factory order—no outsiders allowed in the premises.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh!” Gu Bing said. “Do you know who I am?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guard nodded: “Yes, Secretary Gu.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Bing nodded: “Can I take her in now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guard grinned: “No.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong burst out laughing, staring at Gu Bing’s dark face, goading: “Boss, I know you’re invisible in this factory, but I didn’t know you were so invisible that even a security guard ignores you. I really feel sorry for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine. You’re good!” Gu Bing turned and walked into the guardhouse, grabbed the phone, dialed a number, and waited until the other end picked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is Qu Hongqi of the Security Department.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is Gu Bing. Be at the main gate guardhouse within ten minutes. If you don’t come, you’ll bear the consequences.” Gu Bing’s face cold, he slammed the phone down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qu Hongqi put down the phone, his expression shifting rapidly. This was the first time Gu Bing had spoken to him in an order tone—it unsettled him. He wanted to ignore it, but after thinking, he stood up and walked out, lighting a cigarette as he went.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong held Jiang Yuyue’s hand, glanced at her wristwatch, and smirked: “Boss, ten minutes are up, and he hasn’t shown up—he really doesn’t take you seriously. Let’s just call it off. You’ve got money, I’ve got ideas—let’s start a business together. I can’t promise we’ll become the richest in the world, but the richest in China? No problem.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1165,"2026-06-20T01:18:49.036Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","8c0123019e76c54d2124d1f98a533de4d861885843c307bfc37b28d54e885b35","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-43","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-41",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-restarted-life-1992-cover.jpg"]