[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-restarted-life-1992":3,"chapter-my-restarted-life-1992-my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-68":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},2279618,4460,"Chapter 68","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-68",68,"\u003Cp>Zhou Andong was dumbfounded. Fuck, they throw the royal flush right away. Socialist core values? That’s my shit I pull out to show off—I’m supposed to talk about it, but what the hell do I even say?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at this moment, even if you don’t know what to say, you have to say something—over a hundred pairs of eyes are on him. Especially Dai Hongwei and these reporters—he couldn’t let the good impression he just made vanish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong’s mind raced as he recalled news reports he’d seen about socialist core values, then stepped into his personal performance time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Advocate prosperity, democracy, civility, harmony; advocate freedom, equality, justice, rule of law; advocate patriotism, dedication, integrity, friendship—this is socialist core values.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Shengjie also pulled out a voice recorder and held it up before Zhou Andong—luckily, his professional habit meant he always carried one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“From the perspective of elevating the spiritual realm of the nation and its people, core values are the spiritual pillar and the guiding compass, playing a foundational and decisive role in enriching people’s spiritual world and building a spiritual homeland for the nation. Whether an individual or a nation can grasp themselves depends largely on the guidance of core values.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To invigorate the spirit and strengthen the spiritual bond of the entire nation, we must actively cultivate and practice socialist core values, forging a Chinese spirit that stands tall among the nations of the world…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong waved his hand with fiery passion, like a wild horse broken free—no whip could stop him now—as he stitched together fragments of news he’d once seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu watched Zhou Andong, her eyes glowing with an unsettling brilliance, fists clenched, her expression wildly excited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An Jing glanced from Zhou Andong to Jian Qiu, a faint smile curling her lips as she murmured softly: “Just as I thought.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Shengjie was thrilled—he never expected that Jiangzhou, this northeastern fourth-tier town, could produce talent like Zhou Andong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Socialist core values are profound in thought, far-reaching in intent, highly theoretical and directive, with a perspective elevated to an extraordinary level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was hard to imagine that someone so young possessed such strong strategic vision and foresight. He was certain: if Zhou Andong pursued a political career, his future achievements would be limitless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dai Hongwei, deputy director and acting director, found himself growing more and more impressed, more and more fond of Zhou Andong—this kid was incredible. He wondered if Zhou would consider transferring to the municipal office to be his secretary; wasting such talent in a winery was absurd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Chang Tai and the others had faces as dark as soot—every time Zhou Andong shone, their envy burned hotter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve always had a dream: to realize the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation. From the perspective of achieving this grand goal of the Chinese Dream, core values are a vital stabilizer for any nation. Building core values with strong cohesion and appeal relates directly to social harmony and stability, and to the long-term peace and security of the state.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To realize the Chinese Dream of the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation, we need broad value consensus and shared value aspirations. This demands continuous strengthening of the socialist core value system and core values, consolidating the shared ideological foundation for unity and struggle among all ethnic groups, and gathering the Chinese strength to realize the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clap, clap, clap…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Applause erupted Relie ly—especially from the workers, who, whether they understood or not, felt Zhou Andong’s words were grand and lofty, clapping wildly, especially Wu Cheng, whose hands turned red from excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Comrade Zhou Andong!” Dai Hongwei shook his hand, “Would you be interested in becoming my secretary?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Dai Hongwei’s words, Chang Tai and the others turned pale—suddenly, they felt doom descending.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong said: “Sir, I’m truly sorry, but I’m currently under investigation by the factory’s disciplinary inspection office.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Investigation?” Dai Hongwei blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, someone wrote an anonymous letter accusing me of embezzlement.” Zhou Andong looked utterly baffled. “I’m just a guy who reads newspapers every day—accusing me of embezzlement? Did they think I stole the wine to wallpaper my house?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is embezzlement the only accusation?” Chang Tai barked sharply, quickly cutting Zhou Andong off. “There’s also the charge of stealing and selling the winery’s liquor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dai Hongwei turned to Chang Tai: “Besides the anonymous letter, what other evidence do you have?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chang Tai opened his mouth—but the whole thing was baseless. What evidence could he produce?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dai Hongwei’s face darkened: “Why aren’t you speaking? Do you have none?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sweat broke out on Chang Tai’s forehead. Dai Hongwei spoke coldly: “You brought someone in for investigation based solely on an anonymous letter—with zero concrete evidence? Is this how your factory’s disciplinary inspection office operates?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong said: “Sir, don’t blame Chief Chang—he can barely write his own name. He’s worked hard all these years—it’s truly difficult for him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dai Hongwei frowned: “You mean he never went to school?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong nodded: “Yes. Everyone in the factory knows.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dai Hongwei let out a bitter laugh: “How could such a critical position be given to an illiterate? Who promoted him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sir, don’t get angry—it’s nothing unusual in our factory. The head of the security department, Qu Hongqi, never went to school either. And the head of the equipment department, Xu Hui, used to be a warehouse loader. No one knows why he was suddenly promoted.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong had fully let go—he’d already offended one, so he might as well offend them all. Before he left, he’d make sure everyone got their moment in the spotlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The temperature was minus seventeen or eighteen degrees, but sweat streamed down Chang Tai’s temples. His face was deathly pale, his eyes filled with despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong grinned at Chang Tai, wondering whether to expose Zhang Deyou’s affairs—but he ultimately decided against it. If he revealed it, Zhang Deyou wouldn’t suffer much, but the woman would be destroyed—she might even die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dai Hongwei never imagined the winery was like this: “Does Deputy Director Zuo know about this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong shook his head: “I don’t know.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dai Hongwei patted Zhou Andong’s shoulder: “Don’t worry—I’ll handle this for you.” Then he turned to Chang Tai: “Show me the anonymous letter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Chang Tai could speak, one of the men behind him turned and sprinted into the factory office: “I’ll get it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuck!” The others cursed inwardly, furious at their own sluggishness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the man rushed out with a thick stack of letters, gasping as he handed them to Dai Hongwei: “Sir, here they all are.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dai Hongwei pulled out the letters—the writing was in pencil, crooked and messy. If you hadn’t even attended kindergarten for two years, you couldn’t have written such characters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What made Dai Hongwei want to laugh and cry was that these twenty-odd letters were all written on the same paper, with the same pencil, riddled with misspellings. Though the signatures differed, he could tell at a glance—they were written by only two people.\u003C\u002Fp>",1171,"2026-06-20T01:18:49.036Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","672940dae5dd15e6beb389960fc2918625cab597fd5d046411db75548acca67a","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-69","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-67",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-restarted-life-1992-cover.jpg"]