[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-restarted-life-1992":3,"chapter-my-restarted-life-1992-my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-46":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},2279596,4460,"Chapter 46","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-46",46,"\u003Cp>Gao Qingkui snorted coldly and found a seat: “There are plenty of accidental deaths—whether you’ll even live to my age is far from certain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Has everyone heard?” Liu Qingjun said. “For the past two days, everyone wanting to buy Yu Gong wine has flooded the distillery’s phone lines. But Comrade Gao, the factory director, with his noble character, refused them all—he said this wine is just re-packaged Da Gaoliang, renamed, and cannot be sold.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying this, Liu Qingjun raised his thumb: “Comrade Gao’s integrity is unquestionable—he’s truly a respected old Party member and veteran leader who, in times of crisis, always stands with the masses. He’d rather let over a thousand workers go hungry than sell this fake wine with nothing but a new label. This spirit of self-sacrifice and noble character deserves our admiration and learning.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Qingjun’s sarcasm instantly darkened Gao Qingkui’s face. Everyone else watched with eager interest, for all present knew the feud between these two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a creak, the meeting room door opened, and three middle-aged men walked in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Everyone’s here, then?” The speaker, in his early forties, was slender, dressed in a neat suit, wearing glasses, and looked refined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This man was Deputy Director Zuo Peiming, in charge of industry and commerce; this meeting was meant to discuss enterprise reform, though he knew well that reform wouldn’t be easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With no precedents to follow, everyone shouted about reform—shedding burdens, reducing debt, traveling light—but no one knew how to begin or where to strike. They said they were feeling for stones to cross the river, but even that requires finding stones in the river itself…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You all know why we’ve called this meeting. Let’s hear your thoughts first…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Jiangzhou Distillery, Gu Bing’s office: Zhou Andong, Jian Qiu, and Jiang Yuyue huddled together, staring at a newspaper spread on the coffee table. The front page bore a bold, enlarged headline: “Senior Leader Visits Old Revolutionary Area,” with a photo of the Weiwen  items—Jiangzhou Yu Gong wine prominently featured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s done!” Gu Bing leapt up, exclaiming excitedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu looked at Zhou Andong: “What do we do next?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong stretched lazily and smiled: “Right now, we don’t need to do anything. Just wait for this news to spread.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue’s cheeks flushed with excitement. She thought of her father’s dismissive expression toward Jiangzhou Yu Gong wine and secretly chuckled: Let’s see if you come begging to me now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yan Guohai clutched the newspaper, his hands trembling with excitement. The dinner last night had left him anxious; he hadn’t slept a wink. Paper can’t wrap fire—Gao Qingkui and Zhang Deyou wouldn’t let him off the hook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when he arrived at his office and saw the report, the close-up of Jiangzhou Yu Gong wine, his heart, which had plunged into hell, suddenly soared to heaven. He longed to laugh aloud, grateful for his choice last night. Gu Bing had won—and won brilliantly. He no longer needed to fear being purged by Gao Qingkui and Zhang Deyou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it!” Qu Hongqi cursed furiously, snatched his office teacup, and hurled it to the floor. The cold tea splattered everywhere; the enamel cup lost its paint and rolled groaning into the corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At nine a.m., he delivered his self-criticism to Gu Bing’s office. But that damn thing didn’t even look at it—he threw it back and ordered him to rewrite it, to bring it back at four p.m. At that moment, Qu Hongqi understood clearly: Gu Bing was deliberately tormenting him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in his office, he sat for over an hour, smoked an entire pack of cigarettes, and grew angrier and more suffocated with every passing minute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bang bang bang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, his office door banged open. Qu Hongqi took a deep breath, steadied his fury, and said: “Come in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A young man entered, holding a newspaper. He glanced at Qu Hongqi’s face and spoke cautiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Section Chief, take a look at this newspaper.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get out!” Qu Hongqi snapped. “When have I ever read newspapers?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young man flinched but still forced himself to say: “Section Chief, please just take a look.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qu Hongqi froze. The young man had already placed the newspaper before him. He looked down—and as if electrocuted, he shot up, snatched the paper, and stared at it with bulging eyes. The article didn’t mention Jiangzhou Yu Gong wine once—but that close-up photo alone was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qu Hongqi slowly tore his gaze from the paper, as if soulless. Long moments passed before he jolted back to reality, grabbed the newspaper, and bolted out the door. He knew Zhang Deyou never read newspapers, and the old factory director was at a city meeting—he wouldn’t know yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Deyou was in high spirits today. He entered his office, brewed himself tea, then picked up scissors to trim the leaves of his potted plants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he sat down after finishing, the door burst open with a bang. His good mood vanished. He opened his mouth to shout—then saw it was Qu Hongqi, face ashen. His heart lurched; he sensed trouble and swallowed his anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s wrong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Something’s happened!” Qu Hongqi slammed the newspaper onto Zhang Deyou’s desk: “Look quickly!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Deyou’s eyelid twitched violently. In his memory, Qu Hongqi had never been so uncontrolled. He reached for the crumpled paper, glanced up—and froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Factory Director?” After a long silence, Qu Hongqi whispered softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Ah!” Zhang Deyou exhaled heavily. Just now, a breath had lodged in his chest—he’d nearly suffocated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m going to find the old factory director.” Zhang Deyou grabbed the newspaper and left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the reception room, watching the chaotic scene, Zuo Peiming felt helpless. After over an hour of discussion, they’d made zero progress. These men were all accustomed to the current system—publicly supporting reform, but inwardly resisting it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To them, reform was unknown. Who knew what changes might cost them? Better to cling to the status quo. Even if the factory bled losses, their power remained—and the city wouldn’t abandon them. After all, thousands of workers had to eat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll go to the restroom. Let them keep discussing.” Zuo Peiming told the middle-aged man beside him, rose, stepped out of the meeting room, washed his face, then lit a cigarette.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he walked back, he saw his secretary, Pei Yuan, stepping out of the elevator, smiling broadly, clearly delighted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What good news have you got?” Zuo Peiming asked with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Yuan hurried over: “Leader, good news—great news!”\u003C\u002Fp>",1074,"2026-06-20T01:18:49.036Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","de2df9e89f1234dbf916c4200384af8ef96c536839ed2df5535a6b10a08383f6","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-47","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-45",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-restarted-life-1992-cover.jpg"]