[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-restarted-life-1992":3,"chapter-my-restarted-life-1992-my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-928":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},2280478,4460,"Chapter 928","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-928",928,"\u003Cp>“Two years, one billion!” the old man said with a smile. “That’s no small challenge.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Minglan also smiled: “Then tell me, can he do it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man spoke with solemn gravity: “For a man, as long as he strives and fights for Qiūqiū, whether or not he succeeds doesn’t really matter.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Minglan looked out the car window at the passing scenery and fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The business at Dahongfa was still thriving; Gu Minglan helped the old man inside, where his civilian secretary and bodyguards followed closely behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s the grocery section,” Gu Minglan pointed ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go take a look,” the old man walked toward it. “Where’s the sugar?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now, the old man cared most about the price of sugar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Minglan asked a clerk: “Comrade, where’s the sugar?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clerk pointed: “Over there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you!” Gu Minglan thanked him and guided the old man to the sugar shelf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Two yuan, forty-five fen!” The old man picked up a bag of sugar, smiling: “More than forty fen cheaper than outside stores.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Minglan said: “Compared to others, all goods here are cheaper.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go check over there,” the old man no longer needed Gu Minglan’s arm, wandering through the store, paying special attention to the prices of daily necessities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After browsing for over half an hour, they took the escalator to the second floor and immediately spotted Rìfēng Heaters; the old man’s face naturally lit up with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you see the Rìfēng Heaters?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I saw them yesterday when I came with Xiǎopíng,” Gu Minglan sighed. “I never imagined a single heater could generate so much fuss.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man asked, surprised: “Didn’t she tell you Rìfēng Heaters were invented by Zhōu Andōng?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Minglan froze. Zhao Ping had specifically brought her to see the Rìfēng Heaters, gushing about how beautiful they were, saying she’d replace their home’s heaters this year—but never mentioned Zhōu Andōng once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, her heart felt sour. Though she opposed that damn girl being with Zhōu Andōng, she was still her own mother—how had she become a stranger, unaware of so much?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the large crowd gathered around the Rìfēng Heaters, the sales staff overwhelmed with customers, the old man’s smile never faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A few days ago, Xiǎofán brought me a set of Rìfēng Heaters, saying it was a birthday gift for Mínglǎng. At the time, Mínglǎng happened to be back home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiǎn Mínglǎng’s reaction flashed through Gu Minglan’s mind like a series of movie scenes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That kid!” Gu Minglan said, torn between laughter and exasperation. “Since childhood, he’s always been close to Qiūqiū, but never got along with Mínglǎng.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man was equally helpless, deeply disappointed in Jiǎn Mínglǎng—but disappointment aside, he was still his grandson; the family would support him as much as possible, and how far he went was up to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go check over there,” the old man quickly forgot Jiǎn Mínglǎng and continued exploring the store with renewed enthusiasm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After browsing over two hours, they bought two jin of sugar; at checkout, Gu Minglan explained barcodes and scanners to the old man, who listened intently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good, good, good!” To the old man, this was high technology; he exclaimed “good” several times, delighted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Gu Minglan took the old man to the food court for dinner; after leaving the store and getting in the car, the old man kept sighing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That Zhōu Andōng is truly remarkable—I underestimated him before.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car drove smoothly; Gu Minglan sat deep in thought: Could I really have been wrong?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They arrived home; the old lady came out: “Minglan, Xiǎopíng called, asking you to come over for dinner tonight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Okay!” Gu Minglan replied. “I know.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>………………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From Jiǎn Míngfán’s room came the music of Contra, along with his mocking laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother-in-law, thirty people, and you’re already dead? Still got it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Zhōu Andōng snorted: “I haven’t played in years—my hands are rusty.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can you stop bragging?” Jiǎn Míngfán retorted bluntly. “Contra’s only been out a few years!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiǎn Qiū and Zhao Ping sat in the living room, picking vegetables; hearing the noise, Zhao Ping laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hope they don’t start fighting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiǎn Qiū sighed: “At his grandma’s, he played glass marbles with his five-year-old nephew and made the kid cry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ping blinked, then burst out laughing: “You can relax—he won’t cry even if he loses.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiǎn Qiū was speechless: “Did you call your mom?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ping nodded: “I called before you walked in. Your grandma answered, said she and your grandpa went out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, the two men continued taunting each other; in the living room, Jiǎn Qiū and Zhao Ping picked vegetables and chatted, time passing quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At five-thirty in the evening, Zhao Ping and Jiǎn Qiū set up the hot pot, placing all the dishes on the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the door knocked; Zhao Ping said: “Your mom’s here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll open it!” Jiǎn Qiū went to the door; sure enough, Gu Minglan stood outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom!” Jiǎn Qiū hugged Gu Minglan’s arm. “I’ve missed you so much.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Minglan smiled without warmth: “You look so carefree, living so happily—how could you miss me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhōu Andōng stepped out of the room, beaming with excessive warmth: “Auntie! You’re here! Didn’t your son-in-law come with you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That “Auntie” instantly stirred up many unpleasant memories for Gu Minglan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiǎn Qiū shot Zhōu Andōng a furious glare; Zhao Ping looked utterly confused—why was he calling her “Auntie”?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom, he’s mentally ill, ignore him,” Jiǎn Qiū pulled her mother to the table. “Look, cabbage hearts and spinach—your favorites.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Auntie!” Zhōu Andōng eagerly placed a bowl of homemade sesame paste before Gu Minglan. “I made this myself—family recipe. Try it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Minglan had long been familiar with Zhōu Andōng’s audacity: “Can you stop calling me Auntie?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom!” Zhōu Andōng didn’t hesitate, calling out immediately. “They say a son-in-law is half a son—I’ll be your real son, and I’ll be more filial than Qiūqiū.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Ping stared at Zhōu Andōng, dumbfounded—his shamelessness surpassed anything she’d imagined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Minglan’s face darkened; Jiǎn Qiū wanted to laugh but dared not, afraid of making her mother furious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Auntie!” Jiǎn Qiū quickly changed the subject. “Enough already—I’m starving. Let’s eat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, yes!” Zhao Ping jumped in to smooth things over. “Let’s eat, eat! The water’s boiling—Dōngzi, put the meat in!”\u003C\u002Fp>",1050,"2026-06-20T01:18:52.456Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","e38821b2e83723a6179eb19674fe1616dd34873ef155b0d77be6fb7e1ef3c851","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-929","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-927",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-restarted-life-1992-cover.jpg"]