[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-restarted-life-1992":3,"chapter-my-restarted-life-1992-my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-938":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},2280488,4460,"Chapter 938: A Big Deal","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-938",938,"\u003Cp>Jian Qiu said in surprise, “You’re going to drag those two into sugar futures trading?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong stretched his arms out wide. “They’re partners and friends—this is a chance to help them earn some foreign exchange and deepen our friendship.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu blinked. “Is it really that simple?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course!” Zhou Andong snapped. “What did you think?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu chuckled. “Wan Yan’s Lao Meng and Lao Sun are also partners and friends. Why not bring them along too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No no no!” Zhou Andong shook his head like a rattle drum. “Wan Yan can’t have money. When the VCD price war hits, a wealthy Wan Yan will easily survive—and then, when we launch our major appliances project, it’ll be impossible to pull Lao Meng and Lao Sun into our fold.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu rolled her eyes, found a coin in her pocket, walked to the phone booth at the alley’s mouth, dropped it in, then handed the receiver to Zhou Andong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong took the receiver and quickly dialed Wu Hongkang’s office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello, this is Wu Hongkang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Wu!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Hongkang recognized Zhou Andong’s voice at once and burst into laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master Zhou, hearing your voice has my heart racing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong smiled. “Too much of a surprise?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s too much of a scare,” Wu Hongkang grunted. “We’ve known each other this long, and this is the first time you’ve ever called me out of the blue. How could I not be afraid?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Listen, Old Wu,” Zhou Andong said in a tempting tone. “There’s a big foreign exchange opportunity—just two or three months, minimum one-hundred-percent return.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing it involved foreign exchange, only two or three months, and a hundred-percent return, Wu Hongkang instantly perked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What kind of business?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can’t discuss it over the phone. Let’s meet this afternoon.” Zhou Andong lowered his voice. “Is Old Zhang still in Beijing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He is,” Wu Hongkang sighed. “He’s been scrambling all year, trying to get connections to run ads on the Central Station—but you know, without strong ties, you can’t get good time slots.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong smiled. It was precisely because ads had become a tool for the well-connected to squeeze profits that the Central Station’s leadership had introduced public bidding—to shut those insiders out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at this time, even the Central Station’s leadership had no idea that ad sales would, for a long time, account for seventy percent of the station’s total revenue—and become the barometer of China’s future economy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the winning bid price reflected China’s economic direction, and who won the top bid also revealed, to some extent, the internal structure of China’s economy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell Old Zhang to stop running around. I’ve got inside word from the Central Station—meet tonight for a drink.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What kind of news?” Wu Hongkang asked curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone knew Zhou Andong had excellent ties with the Central Station, especially his personal relationship with Miss Yang—something everyone envied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Take Zhang Zhonghui—he’d worn out his shoes trying to get close to Miss Yang, yet still hadn’t secured a decent ad slot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Meet at the first bar at three this afternoon.” Zhou Andong checked the time. “Alright, I’ve got to go eat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine,” Wu Hongkang replied. “See you this afternoon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go. Time for lunch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong lit a cigarette and walked back with Jian Qiu. Just as they entered the gate, they heard a car engine start behind them, followed by Jian Mingfan’s shout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sister! Brother-in-law!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong and Jian Qiu turned to see Jian Mingfan stepping out of a minivan, carrying a huge cardboard box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Help me carry this!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Carry it yourself!” Zhou Andong pulled Jian Qiu inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Mingfan trudged behind, panting under the heavy box, muttering complaints the whole way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother-in-law, how can you be like this? This box is all toys for your daughter—can’t you at least…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No!” Zhou Andong cut him off before he finished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Mingfan opened his mouth to say more, then realized they’d arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Phew!” He exhaled heavily, set the box down, and saw the little girl fast asleep on the sofa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Asleep?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Mingfan tiptoed over, bent down to kiss her, but Zhao Ping grabbed his head and shoved him aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get away. The kid just fell asleep—don’t wake her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Mingfan sighed dramatically. “Grandpa, can you tell me—I’m not really the biological child of Jian Zhengye and Zhao Ping, am I?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man glanced at the TV, then looked at Jian Mingfan and said seriously, “No.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Mingfan stared blankly at everyone in the room, utterly defeated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ha…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Yue laughed, quickly covered her mouth, checked that Su Su was still asleep, exhaled in relief, then grinned mischievously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Little Fan, now that you know your true origins, are you going to go find your real mother?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Mingfan gave Jian Yue a wounded look. “Sister, I’m your real brother. My tender heart has suffered unprecedented trauma—can’t you comfort me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You were my real brother before,” Jian Yue smiled sweetly. “But now? Grandpa said you’re not really Uncle Jian and Aunt Zhao’s child.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the maid brought out the dishes. The old man called out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Excuse me!” Jian Mingfan stood by the table. “Can I have one last meal here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course, of course!” Zhou Andong nodded, shifted his chair over. “Come, sit here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Mingfan sat beside Zhou Andong. “Brother-in-law—no, from now on I can only call you Brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No!” Zhou Andong waved him off. “I can’t accept ‘Brother.’ Call me Young Master Zhou.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sigh!” Jian Mingfan sighed. “When a man leaves, the tea grows cold. I’m leaving this family, and now I can’t even call you Brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Yue chuckled. “It’s not tea growing cold—it’s that you’re disliked by everyone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Minglan asked the maid, “Did you call Grandma?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The maid nodded. “Called her. She’s feeling unwell—says she won’t eat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Take some food up to her room.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man was slightly displeased with Grandma over this matter. Zhou Andong’s future support for the Jian family is crucial. You don’t understand anything—why are you meddling?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on!” The old man opened a bottle of Yu Gong wine himself. “I specifically got this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong took the bottle. “Grandpa, let me pour for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man smiled. “When you drink here, no formalities. Drink as much as you want, or not at all—just enjoy yourself.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1053,"2026-06-20T01:18:52.456Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","76064845e936108e3dd77c313b6d837c25c40cbc0bf75e20ea9e2f772be01f84","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-939","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-937",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-restarted-life-1992-cover.jpg"]