[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-restarted-life-1992":3,"chapter-my-restarted-life-1992-my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-51":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},2279601,4460,"Chapter 51: Lost Everything","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-51",51,"\u003Cp>Zhou Andong said to a young man, “Old Kai, you and the others go find Deputy Factory Director Qian—he has work assignments for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Kai asked, “What’s it about?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong said, “Guard the warehouse. No bottle of liquor leaves without my or Secretary Gu’s permission. This concerns the brewery’s future—and whether you drink broth or eat meat—so you must stand firm. Whoever comes, you hold the warehouse.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pah!” Old Kai spat on the ground. “Fuck me, Dongge, don’t worry—even if Gao Qingkui or Zhang Deyou shows up, I won’t give them an inch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Kai left with the group. Wu Cheng stood there dumbly and asked, “Dongge, what the hell did you just tell them to do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whack!” Zhou Andong kicked Wu Cheng in the ass. “If you’re not going with Old Kai, why are you still standing here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?” Wu Cheng asked. “That’s it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You think what?” Zhou Andong lifted his foot again to kick. Wu Cheng laughed and jumped far away. “Didn’t hit me!” Then he turned and ran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ha!” Zhou Andong couldn’t help laughing. “Little brat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yao Jun tossed Zhou Andong a cigarette and lit one himself: “If you hadn’t come, I was going to find you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong asked, “About Wang Ruomei?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yao Jun nodded. “Wang Ruomei stopped coming to work because of rumors. The night before last, her husband Yao Qixin found out, came home, flew into a rage, and beat her. You and I both know her temper. If she’d truly done something wrong, even if they killed her, she’d accept it. But being falsely accused of something she didn’t do—how could she take that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, she tied the sleeping Yao Qixin to the bed, scratched his face raw, and whipped him with a belt for over half an hour. Only when neighbors heard his screams and knocked on the door did she stop her violence.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cough… cough… cough…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong choked on his cigarette, coughing violently, finally catching his breath: “Fuck, almost choked me to death.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yao Jun rolled his eyes. “Yesterday morning, Wenjuan went to the hospital to visit Yao Qixin and explained everything. But she told me Yao Qixin’s a petty man—she explained, but he probably doesn’t believe her. So she told you to be careful. He might come after you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong asked, “What time is it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t have a watch. How would I know?” Yao Jun looked up at the sun. “Must be past twelve.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong rubbed his stomach. “No wonder I’m hungry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yao Jun smiled. “You didn’t eat lunch?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong said, “Just had one shaomai.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go!” Yao Jun said. “I’ll treat you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before they reached the gate, a black Santana pulled in and stopped before them. The door opened, and Wang Wanli stepped out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yao Jun turned to run, but Zhou Andong grabbed his shoulder: “Manager Wang, what a coincidence.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before yesterday, Wang Wanli had wanted to peel Zhou Andong alive. But after seeing the report today, he now thought Zhou Andong’s status might be real. He hadn’t expected to run into him here. And luckily, Zhou Andong wasn’t wearing work uniform—while Yao Jun, in uniform, went unrecognized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master Zhou, what are you doing here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Wang Wanli call him “Young Master,” Zhu Dayong scrutinized Zhou Andong, trying to find something, but Zhou Andong’s face was calm, giving nothing away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong smiled. “Secretary Gu Bing of the brewery and I grew up in the same courtyard—we’re inseparable. I came here on business and happened to drop by to get a few bottles of liquor from him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Wanli’s eyes lit up. On the way, he’d called the brewery’s supply and marketing department on his Dageda , and the reply was still: no premium model for sale; the regular model was out of stock and temporarily suspended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then they’d contacted someone to get Secretary Gu’s number—same answer, identical to the supply department. That left them uncertain, but they still decided to come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master Zhou!” Wang Wanli beamed. “Could you please ask Secretary Gu to let us buy a few cases?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No problem!” Zhou Andong agreed readily. “Too many? Impossible. But dozens or even a hundred cases? He’ll give me that favor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a Peugeot 505 pulled up beside them. The window rolled down, revealing a fat, round face: “Old Zhu, you guys here to buy liquor too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Dayong laughed. “Your nose is sharp—you got here before us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What good is being early?” the fat man said. “They say they’ve got no stock.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Dayong blinked. “You’re so close to Zhang Deyou—why not ask him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t mention it!” the fat man snapped. “He promised me liquor before I came. I just got here and saw him carried off to the hospital.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Dayong froze. “What happened to him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fat man said, “He rolled down the stairs. I went to find Gao Qingkui. We talked a bit, he wrote me a note. But the supply department ignored it. Even when Gao Qingkui personally took me to the warehouse, they wouldn’t let me take anything out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Dayong opened his mouth, glanced at Zhou Andong, then stayed silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Right now, only Secretary Gu Bing runs this brewery. He told me to come back after the New Year.” The fat man sighed, waved his hand. “Alright, I’m leaving. You guys go too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the Peugeot 505 drive off, Wang Wanli straightened his back, beaming with flattery: “Young Master Zhou, we—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong said, “Come on. I’ll take you to find Secretary Gu.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Crash… thud… clatter… crack…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Qingkui kept smashing things—overturned desks, shattered thermoses, broken flowerpots—shards littered the floor. His old face twisted with rage, grotesque and terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huff… huff… huff…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Qingkui was exhausted, panting. He bent to pick up the overturned chair, then slowly sat down, gripping the armrest. If you looked closely, you’d see his hands trembling uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d lost. Completely lost. He’d just replayed it all in his mind—they’d been outmaneuvered from the start, especially after Secretary Gu held the workers’ meeting. Their fate was sealed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he couldn’t accept it. He’d planned for years. The big cake was almost his—within a few years, it would’ve been his. And now, at the critical moment, he’d lost everything. Even more absurd: he’d spent his life scheming, only to be stuffed into someone else’s sack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhou Andong. Gu Bing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Qingkui gritted his teeth, spitting out their names one by one. His hatred for Zhou Andong burned even hotter than for Gu Bing. Without Zhou Andong’s schemes, how could that idiot Gu Bing possibly have stood against him?\u003C\u002Fp>",1101,"2026-06-20T01:18:49.036Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","0ae55d3daf00634576ef6f333c10c875dcdca5867ef25d6d8bbe8509b26560c7","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-52","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-50",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-restarted-life-1992-cover.jpg"]