[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-restarted-life-1992":3,"chapter-my-restarted-life-1992-my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-52":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},2279602,4460,"Chapter 52","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-52",52,"\u003Cp>Zhou Andong had just arrived at Gu Bing’s office door when he heard the sound of smashing coming from afar in Gao Qingkui’s office, and he couldn’t help but smile faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his past life, Gao Qingkui and Zhang Deyou, those two old bastards, drained every worker in the factory dry to enrich their own families; in this life, Zhou Andong had no qualms about crushing them to build his own fortune.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Crash! Crash! Crash!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong raised his hand and knocked on the door, then walked in without waiting for a reply. Wang Wanli and Zhu Dayong behind him exchanged a glance and instantly understood each other’s unspoken thought: anyone this casual about entering Gu Bing’s office couldn’t possibly be an impostor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They both glanced once more toward Gao Qingkui’s office, then stepped inside. As for Yao Jun, he had already made an excuse to slip away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu and Jiang Yuyue were nowhere to be seen; only Gu Bing was on the phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m telling you, Old Wang, you’re being a damn lion demanding the whole herd—only one case, no more. And by the way, the factory price for the *** model is 165 yuan a bottle… what, too expensive? Maotai’s factory price has jumped past 200—why don’t you complain about that? How’s it different? Our Jiangzhou Distillery has heritage and history—I’m telling you, take it or leave it. If you want it, send a truck right away, or you’ll miss out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Bing hung up and smiled at Zhou Andong as he entered: “Wang Fuzhou from the State Guesthouse called wanting a thousand cases. Where would I get that many? I only gave him one.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Wang Wanli and Zhu Dayong were stunned inside—had the State Guesthouse really called to order liquor? And they’d only gotten half? Who in their right mind would believe it? Yet it had just happened right before their eyes, heard with their own ears; only now did they truly grasp that Jiangzhou Yugong liquor was in impossible demand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong said, “This is Manager Wang Wanli from the Huyang Municipal Guesthouse, and this is Director Zhu Dayong from the Huyang Supply and Marketing Cooperative.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello!” Gu Bing shook hands with both men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong winked at Gu Bing: “I’ve met Manager Wang before—we had a drink together. Since we ran into each other today, give me a favor and approve a few cases for them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Bing was about to say, “What the hell are you winking for?” but then suddenly understood—he held his tongue: “Since you asked, I’ll give you that favor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sat down, fell into thought, making Wang Wanli and Zhu Dayong suddenly tense—how much they got depended entirely on this man’s word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright,” Gu Bing said, “one hundred cases of the *** model, two hundred cases of the regular model. How you split them is up to you two.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, thank you, so very much!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Dayong and Wang Wanli thanked him profusely, yet still felt two hundred cases were few—but then they remembered the fat, bloated men going home empty-handed, and the fact that even the Diaoyutai had only gotten half their request. Their hearts instantly filled with satisfaction; this favor was truly enormous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Bing wrote out a slip, signed it, and stamped it: “Take this to Deputy Factory Director Qian. After he signs and stamps it, go to the Supply and Marketing Section to process your pickup, then pay the warehouse fee at Finance. Once you’ve paid, bring the receipt and pickup documents to the warehouse to collect your goods.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Dayong and Wang Wanli left with the slip; Zhou Andong saw them out, and Wang Wanli thanked him again and again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master Zhou, last time we didn’t drink enough—if you ever come to Huyang, make sure to stop by my place, we’ll have another proper drink.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Dayong added warmly: “I’ve heard Manager Wang talk about you constantly these past few days, and I’ve never had the chance to meet you—today, finally seeing your presence, you truly are a dragon among men, radiating unmatched grace. If you ever come to Huyang, you must visit me—I insist on showing you proper hospitality.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dragon among men, unmatched grace”—even Zhou Andong’s thick skin flushed slightly under Zhu Dayong’s flattery; he let out a dry laugh: “Definitely, definitely!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Dayong and Wang Wanli departed, satisfied. Zhou Andong returned to Gu Bing’s office: “Where did Director Jian and Jiang Yuyue go?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Bing said, “They went shopping.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Try to meet Jiangzhou’s needs as much as possible—we’re all neighbors, after all. And don’t forget to show some face to the Provincial Supply and Marketing Cooperative.” Zhou Andong picked up a cigarette from the desk and lit it. “Alright, I’m starving—I need to find something to eat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Bing smiled: “I haven’t eaten lunch either. Let’s have dinner together.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong stood up to leave: “I’ll grab a bite first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long after Zhou Andong left, managers from the Municipal Supply and Marketing Cooperative and the Municipal Guesthouse arrived. Knowing exactly what was going on, they came straight to Gu Bing; within half an hour, both left satisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong found Yao Jun, went out for a simple meal, and upon returning through the gate, ran into his old acquaintance Qian Wei.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? Isn’t this Qian Wei? You look awful—haven’t you been eating well or sleeping?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qian Wei’s face darkened at the sight of Zhou Andong; he turned to leave, but Yao Jun blocked his path first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you want?” Qian Wei shouted, voice trembling with false bravado: “Listen, Zhou Andong, I’m not afraid of you! If you try anything, I—I—I—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What will you do?” Zhou Andong smiled sweetly at Qian Wei.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I—I’ll call the police!” Qian Wei stammered, summoning every ounce of courage to spit out the two words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yao Jun laughed aloud: “Always looked so respectable, thought you had some real power. What’s wrong? Is Liu Zhiguang not around to give you leverage now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Seven tons of liquor have already been sold. But to make you both truly accept it, wait two more days—I’ll be waiting for you and Liu Zhiguang in Workshop Two on the 13th morning.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong patted Qian Wei’s cheek, his tone suddenly turning icy: “If you don’t show up, Dong Ge will be furious—and the consequences will be severe. You must tell Liu Zhiguang: don’t even think about getting lucky.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Zhou Andong and Yao Jun walk away, Qian Wei’s face turned ashen, the fear in his eyes slowly fading, replaced by a slow, venomous hatred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>January 11, clear, temperatures rising slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue woke up to find Zhao Yulan sitting grim-faced on the sofa: “Mom, why are you up so early?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yulan snorted coldly: “Have you been seeing Zhou Andong again these past two days?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No way!” Jiang Yuyue feigned innocence: “He asked me for help, the matter’s settled—why would I go see him again?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re not lying to me?” Zhao Yulan asked skeptically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh come on, I’m not lying!” Jiang Yuyue walked over, wrapped her arms around Zhao Yulan’s neck, and pouted: “Mom, I’m your daughter—why are you interrogating me like a criminal?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Yulan’s expression softened: “Then where have you been these past two days? You leave so early in the morning and come back so late at night—I haven’t seen a trace of you.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1229,"2026-06-20T01:18:49.036Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","7a7cc2320ad6ceb4bff26e2d3fa2d1ba253aebc6206903f27f39700f5534c962","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-53","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-51",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-restarted-life-1992-cover.jpg"]