[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-restarted-life-1992":3,"chapter-my-restarted-life-1992-my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-944":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},2280494,4460,"Chapter 944","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-944",944,"\u003Cp>Zhou Andong spoke with Man Hongshan about the split financing of Xuri Sheng, then hung up and immediately called Wu Huilin’s office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Director Wu, this is Zhou Andong!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Director Zhou!” came Wu Huilin’s voice through the receiver: “Is this about Xuri Sheng’s listing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes!” Zhou Andong said: “Immediately begin splitting Xuri Sheng, assess its market value, and prepare for financing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll call a meeting right away. Our top priority from now on is Xuri Sheng’s listing,” Wu Huilin asked: “Are we seeking external financing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need!” Zhou Andong would never seek external financing: “Xuri Sheng’s shareholders consist of Yugong Group, Qiu Dongfang, Jian Dong International, Xuri Sheng management, and employees.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Huilin let out a light laugh—wasn’t this just moving money from left hand to right? But she understood Zhou Andong’s intent in having Jian Dong International hold shares.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Xuri Sheng to list in Xiangjiang, using the British-controlled Jian Dong International as the operating entity would be far more convenient than using the Hong Kong-based Qiu Dongfang, with zero resistance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Zhou Andong and Wu Huilin were still talking, the hospital room door knocked. Jian Qiu opened it—it was Wu Hongkang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong nodded to Old Wu, then chatted with Wu Huilin for over half an hour before ending the call.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Hongkang had been chatting with Old Zhou inside the room, only coming out after Zhou Andong finished the call.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why did you come here?” Zhou Andong pulled out a cigarette and offered one to Wu Hongkang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Hongkang took the cigarette: “I called you but couldn’t get through, so I came in person to check.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I didn’t expect so much to happen today,” Zhou Andong lit Wu Hongkang’s cigarette with his lighter: “How much are you planning to invest?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Hongkang asked: “Are you so sure I’ll agree?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you didn’t agree, why come here in person?” Zhou Andong lit his own cigarette.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Makes sense,” Wu Hongkang nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong gave him a look: “Spit it out—how much are you investing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Hongkang held up two fingers: “Twenty million?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong was surprised: “That much?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Hongkang said proudly: “Last night I went to the Light Industry Bureau chief—he approved twenty million on the spot.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your boss really has guts,” Zhou Andong said, genuinely taken aback: “Did Old Zhang call you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No,” Wu Hongkang shook his head: “If he were going to call, he’d call you first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong checked the time—it was just past ten. If Zhang Zhonghui hadn’t called by one p.m., he probably wouldn’t call at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Hongkang added: “I’m going with you to Xiangjiang.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No problem,” Zhou Andong said: “Get ready. We leave the day after tomorrow—the 31st.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So soon!” Wu Hongkang stood up to leave: “I’ll go get my Hong Kong-Macau pass right away—I’ve got plenty to arrange at the factory.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait,” Zhou Andong said to Jian Qiu: “Give him Qiu Dongfang’s account.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu found paper and pen, wrote down Qiu Dongfang’s Xiangjiang company account, and handed it to Wu Hongkang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Transfer the money directly to this account.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Hongkang took the slip, carefully tucked it into his pocket. He still needed to see Qin Haimin—foreign exchange couldn’t be transferred without official channels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong and Jian Qiu saw Wu Hongkang out of the room, watching until he entered the elevator before returning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom!” Zhou Andong called: “My mother-in-law is taking Su Su back to Fengjing for a few days—pack up the baby’s clothes and diapers.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Liying came out from the inner room: “How many days?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong turned on the TV with the remote: “We’ll all come back together when my father-in-law has time, then we’ll have a family meeting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, I’ll pack right away.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grandmother was reluctant—she’d cared for the child so long, day after day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But since the baby’s mother wanted to take her for a few days, she couldn’t object, no matter how much she hated to let go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, laughter erupted from the TV.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you know why it’s called a trombone? Because it’s longer than a trumpet…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Luo Sang’s Training!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong murmured: “Luo Sang’s Training.” The TV was rebroadcasting Quyuan Zatan—on screen were Bo Lin and Luo Sang, the master and apprentice, performing xiangsheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Luo Sang on TV, Zhou Andong whispered: “What a pity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s a pity?” Jian Qiu tilted her head and looked at Zhou Andong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing,” Zhou Andong smiled: “This xiangsheng script has serious flaws. If I’d written it, with Luo Sang’s talent, the effect would’ve been far better.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re full of it!” Jian Qiu didn’t believe him: “But Luo Sang really is talented.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tap-tap-tap…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door knocked again. Jian Qiu got up to open it—it was Jia Hongbin from Chaoyang, carrying gifts, his secretary holding even more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Director Jia, why are you here? You could’ve just called.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu politely ushered Jia Hongbin in; Zhou Andong rose to greet him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Leader, you came—why bring so many gifts?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Hongbin placed the gifts on the coffee table and smiled: “I know your father is recuperating here—I couldn’t come empty-handed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Yuan Liying came out from the inner room. Zhou Andong introduced them: “Mom, this is Director Jia Hongbin from Chaoyang.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sister, hello!” Jia Hongbin extended his hand to shake Yuan Liying’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Leader, please sit, don’t stand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Liying now appeared calm and composed—not the nervous woman she used to be around officials.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Hongbin said: “Is your brother-in-law inside? I’d like to see him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He is,” Zhou Andong, Jian Qiu, and Yuan Liying accompanied Jia Hongbin into the inner room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Zhou had heard the visitor was a high-ranking official. He easily propped himself up against the headboard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is my father, Zhou Xiaoxin. Dad, this is Director Jia Hongbin from Chaoyang.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Director Jia, hello!” Old Zhou extended both hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jia Hongbin stepped forward and shook Old Zhou’s hands: “Brother, how’s your recovery going?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Zhou smiled: “Very well. Now when I pinch my legs, I feel pain. And with support, I can stand on my own—even if only for a few seconds. That’s already a miracle. I believe if I keep going, I’ll stand fully.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“With injuries like yours, determination is all it takes to recover,” Jia Hongbin said: “I’m military. One of my comrades nearly died from a shell blast.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During surgery, seventeen shrapnel pieces were removed from his body—one lodged right in his lower spine. The doctors said he’d survive, but he’d never walk again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he refused to accept it. Through sheer willpower, he trained daily, inch by inch, until he stood. He still can’t walk like a normal man, go wherever he wants, but he can manage on his own—no longer needing family care.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Old Zhou felt even more confident: “I don’t need to walk like a normal man. Just being able to care for myself is enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1141,"2026-06-20T01:18:52.456Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","679fbbe088f66c0e71e10fe941ebb73de75237c21baa5afde704be7ff2ec7f10","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-945","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-943",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-restarted-life-1992-cover.jpg"]