[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-restarted-life-1992":3,"chapter-my-restarted-life-1992-my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-50":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},2279600,4460,"Chapter 50: A Single Cry Startles the World","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-50",50,"\u003Cp>“Deputy Factory Director Qian, your words make me feel ashamed.” Whether genuine or not, Gu Bing’s expression was earnest, “Promoting the factory’s development and securing benefits for the workers—aren’t these exactly what I’m supposed to do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s true, but how many people can actually do it?” As Qian Zhen spoke, he spotted Zhou Andong leaning against the wall at the gate, smoking. He abandoned Gu Bing and strode over quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Bing’s mouth hung open. What’s going on? I hadn’t even heard enough yet—I’d just begun savoring the taste of vanity, hadn’t even had time to smack my lips, and now you’re leaving?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Qian Zhen approach, Zhou Andong hurried forward to greet him; he held deep respect for Qian Zhen’s character. He was a kind-hearted man, never seeking conflict or advantage, holding firm to his own moral boundaries. He refused to collude with Gao Qingkui and Zhang Deyou on countless matters, so his life at the distillery had never been easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Comrade Zhou Andong!” Qian Zhen seized Zhou Andong’s hand and shook it vigorously, “You’re a young man of great talent and wisdom. The factory’s revival is entirely your doing. Without your planning, I can’t imagine how these thousand-plus workers would have made it through this Spring Festival.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, Gu Bing’s face twisted in displeasure. How come all the credit went to him? So all my hard work was for nothing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong smiled: “I’m just another worker here—no different from anyone else. If they go hungry, I go hungry too. So I’m not nearly as noble as you think—I’m actually selfish. I did all this just for that two-mao bonus per bottle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Zhen froze, then burst into laughter: “I love young men like you—bold enough to act, think, and take responsibility. No pretense, no hypocrisy. Honestly, I’d love to earn that two-mao bonus too, but I just don’t have your talent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slapped Zhou Andong’s shoulder hard: “Can you tell me—how did you offend Zhang Deyou?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong hesitated, then said: “I caught him in the warehouse with a female worker.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Zhen frowned: “Really?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong said: “Do you think I’d joke about something like that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Zhen said solemnly: “Tell me the woman’s name. I’ll report Zhang Deyou to the city authorities right away.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong asked: “Can you kill him outright?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Zhen shook his head: “No.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong said coldly: “If you’re going to take him down, you must crush him completely—give him no chance to breathe. A hundred-legged insect dies but doesn’t go limp; its damage only grows worse.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Zhen stared at Zhou Andong, unsure how to describe him now. This kid wasn’t nearly as innocent as he appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong continued: “Besides, you have something more important to do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s that?” Qian Zhen snapped back to attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong said: “Gao Qingkui and Zhang Deyou will pull out all stops to bribe wholesalers, dumping every last bottle of liquor regardless of cost—even at the expense of the factory and the workers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Zhen snapped: “They dare!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong smiled faintly. What wouldn’t they dare? In his past life, the city poured twelve million into saving the distillery—only to see not a single ripple. In 1997, Zhang Deyou sold it for thirty thousand yuan to a woman named Zheng Qianhua. The land alone, excluding buildings and equipment, was worth over twenty million.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afterward, Zheng Qianhua founded Jiangzhou Liquor Co., Ltd., hiring Gao Qingkui as general manager and Zhang Deyou as deputy general manager and factory director. At first, Zhou Andong sensed something fishy—but he wasn’t the only one laid off, and at the time he was planning to build a chicken coop and make a big move, so he didn’t meddle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than a decade later, when Jiangzhou Liquor was restructured and preparing for IPO, Zhou Andong looked it up online. The largest shareholder? Gao Qingkui and Zhang Deyou. All other shareholders were their relatives. Zheng Qianhua’s name didn’t appear on the list at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did Zhou Andong understand: the distillery had been stripped bare by those two old bastards, then sold back to themselves for thirty thousand yuan. Zheng Qianhua? Just a puppet they put in front to shield themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whether they dare or not, you must guard the warehouse gates. No bottle leaves without Secretary Gu’s approval—this concerns the positioning of Jiangzhou Yugong Liquor. I’m not threatening you—marketing is critical. One misstep, and we lose everything.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All our efforts so far will vanish. Sure, the media coverage will make Jiangzhou Yugong sell well for a while—but I guarantee, if the follow-up marketing falters, it’ll be dead within a year.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Zhen’s expression turned grave. He’d heard the word “marketing” before, but never understood it. Lately, he’d quietly watched the reforms—and seen Zhou Andong, like a magician, transform ordinary sorghum into noble liquor, then, through careful planning, make this noble, renamed sorghum shock the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he trusted Zhou Andong completely. Even though these past years Gao Qingkui and Zhang Deyou had suppressed him, stripping him of influence in logistics, this was about the distillery’s future. He’d fight to the death to protect it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Starting tonight, I’ll sleep in the warehouse.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong shook his head urgently: “Don’t. The warehouse’s too cold. If you catch a chill, I can’t take responsibility. Find a few trustworthy people—I’ll find a few too. Have them work in shifts. You just supervise them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, do it that way.” Qian Zhen turned and walked off. “I’ll arrange people right away.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong said to Gu Bing: “I’m going to check if Yao Jun is in Workshop Two.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, only Gu Bing remained, alone at the gate, shivering in the cold wind. Like a forsaken wife, he stared at Zhou Andong’s retreating back, heart heavy with sorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Workshop Two, Yao Jun and a few buddies were squatting by the door, chatting. When they saw Zhou Andong, they all stood up to greet him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dongzi!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dong Ge!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong asked: “Were you there when Secretary Gu spoke?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah!” Wu Cheng grinned and sidled up to Zhou Andong. “Dong Ge, Jun Ge said after the New Year you’re starting a business—can I join?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sure!” Zhou Andong said. “But if you can handle one thing right now, I’ll take you along.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No problem!” Wu Cheng slapped his chest eagerly. “Tell me what it is—I’ll nail it.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1062,"2026-06-20T01:18:49.036Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","95136eb73e4f3147c181a24ac8422b0ca6a656e0566cc26152a88cd2eee2bbed","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-51","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-49",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-restarted-life-1992-cover.jpg"]