[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-restarted-life-1992":3,"chapter-my-restarted-life-1992-my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-6":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},2279556,4460,"Chapter 6: Chance Encounter with My Former Sister-in-Law","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-6",6,"\u003Cp>“Squeak!” The bus suddenly stopped; the front door opened, and the plump female ticket seller leapt out with surprising agility. “Close the door—don’t let him run!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did the passengers realize the bus had pulled up outside the police station—the ticket seller had already rushed inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lecherous man panicked, screaming hoarsely: “Open the door! Open it now!” Then he began kicking the door violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The driver remained unmoved. Suddenly, the lecherous man pulled out a dagger, his face twisted with malice as he stabbed fiercely at Zhou Andong: “You sick pervert, get out of my way!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong yelped and dodged aside. The lecherous man swung the dagger and charged at the driver: “Get out of the way! Everyone, get out of the way!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Passengers standing in the aisle scrambled to move aside. Zhou Andong spun around, stepped forward, grabbed the lecherous man’s hair, and yanked him back hard: “Come back here!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lecherous man’s head snapped backward, then he crashed heavily to the ground, limbs splayed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong stomped on the man’s chest, reached down, seized his wrist holding the knife, and twisted hard. The man screamed as the dagger clattered to the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the front door opened and three police officers boarded. The plump ticket seller stood tall with righteous fury, pointing at the lecherous man and shouting: “That’s him!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the lecherous man being cuffed, Zhou Andong shook his head slightly. The crime of hooliganism had not yet been abolished; the Criminal Law listed six offenses warranting enhanced sentencing, and hooliganism ranked first. This man had sexually harassed a woman on a bus and brandished a knife—his conduct was undeniably egregious. He’d surely get the maximum seven years. Back in ’83, he might’ve even gotten a bullet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong and several eyewitness passengers got off the bus and were led to a conference room for their statements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The case was straightforward and quickly concluded. As everyone prepared to leave, Chief Liu Hai returned from outside. After hearing the account, he warmly shook Zhou Andong’s hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Comrade Zhou Andong, thank you for stepping forward and stopping the suspect from further crimes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong spoke calmly: “It’s nothing. Upholding justice, aiding the vulnerable, and sacrificing oneself to save others are traditional virtues of the Chinese nation. As a young Chinese in the new era, I constantly remind myself to cherish this age, shoulder its mission, grow through responsibility, and strive to become a well-rounded socialist builder and successor—morally, intellectually, physically, aesthetically, and laboriously developed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s performance stunned everyone. Even Chief Liu Hai stared, awestruck: “I’ll definitely report this to the branch and award you the Hero of Justice medal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong stood with righteous solemnity: “It’s my duty. I don’t need the Hero of Justice award.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No!” Liu Hai said sternly. “Young people with your awareness are rare. The spirit of heroism must be promoted.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong nodded seriously: “Chief Liu, I fully agree. Promoting the spirit of heroism is a vital part of socialist spiritual civilization and a crucial measure for practicing socialist core values and maintaining social harmony and stability.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Hai patted Zhou Andong’s shoulder with satisfaction: “Well said. My son is nineteen, didn’t get into college, and’s been loafing around home for nearly two years. I tried getting him a job, but he complains it’s too tiring—he’s idle all day.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong smiled faintly: “He’s still young. He’ll grow out of it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nineteen’s not young!” Liu Hai shook his head. “Come over for dinner sometime. Get to know each other. Let him learn from you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong said: “No problem.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Hai smiled and personally saw Zhou Andong to the door—then noticed something strange: everyone kept a distance from Zhou Andong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How can you treat a hero of justice like this?” Liu Hai was furious but helpless, turning back inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One officer watched Liu Hai’s restless hand movements, suddenly shuddered, and hurried after him: “Chief, uh… should you review the statement?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Hai said: “It’s such a simple case—why bother?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The officer’s expression turned odd: “You should still take a look.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hurry up and get on the bus!” The plump ticket seller’s voice remained as loud as ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was past eleven. Zhou Andong didn’t board the bus. After leaving the station, he headed out to find somewhere to eat when someone tapped him on the shoulder. A beautiful figure with a ponytail and a small crossbody bag bounced in front of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother-in-law!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong startled. “Yuyue? What are you doing here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue grinned, pointing at the departing bus: “I was on that same bus.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong said: “Already on break so early? You’re not even going to real university, are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue huffed: “My sister left last night—I don’t even know when she’ll be back, so I took leave to see her off.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong nodded: “Makes sense.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where are you going?” Jiang Yuyue asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong said: “No idea. Just walking.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue stepped backward, facing him, smiling brightly: “Did your ex-wife dump you? Are you heartbroken and looking for a bar to drown your sorrows?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong lit a cigarette: “Why fixate on one tree when the whole forest is full of beauties?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue naturally slipped her arm through his: “Stop pretending. I’ll buy you a drink.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong pulled his arm free: “Men and women must observe propriety. Besides, I’m divorced from your sister. And don’t call me brother-in-law—it’s inappropriate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whatever!” Jiang Yuyue rolled her eyes. “Fine, I won’t call you brother-in-law. How about ‘Dongzi’?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong took a drag: “Fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue’s eyes flickered with mischief: “Dongzi, I’m hungry. I want Qin Family Water Dumplings.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t have money!” Zhou Andong refused without hesitation, then added, “But saying ‘Dongzi’ coming from your mouth… it feels weird.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue smirked: “I’ve got money. I’ll treat you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If someone was paying, Zhou Andong wouldn’t be foolish enough to refuse: “If you’re treating, then no problem.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oddly enough, the entire Jiang family looked down on him—everyone except Jiang Yuyue. Whenever he clashed with them, she always sided with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue pointed ahead: “There’s the Children’s Park. Let’s go take a look.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong said: “What’s there to see? And aren’t you hungry?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue replied: “I’m hungry, but I can wait a little.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though called a Children’s Park, it was now occupied by elderly men and women. No square dancing yet, but everywhere were people practicing qigong—standing, squatting, sitting, lying down, not caring about catching cold or diarrhea. Some even held up pot lids.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what caught Zhou Andong’s eye most was a vendor selling wall calendars. He walked over quickly, staring blankly at the bikini-clad beauties on the pages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered: in his past life, a famous dairy company founder borrowed 100,000 yuan from a bank in ’93, printed calendars with those images, sold them, and earned his first fortune—then used that money to enter the dairy market.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d once searched online and found that the ’80s and ’90s were the most explosive era for wall calendars—the golden age of calendar beauties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an age without the internet, with fashion media and entertainment TV still underdeveloped, magazine covers and wall calendars were the most reliable indicators of fashion, shaping public aesthetics and imagination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially swimsuit calendar girls were the most popular. A single calendar priced at one yuan, with print runs of 300,000 copies, could yield profits as high as eight million yuan. This sparked a “calendar war”—even CCTV News reported on it in 1990.\u003C\u002Fp>",1254,"2026-06-20T01:18:49.036Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","7d891c3f73c406f10170497eff398ff55c804486f1ecf16b2a1d57b4aaf42a52","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-7","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-5",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-restarted-life-1992-cover.jpg"]