[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-restarted-life-1992":3,"chapter-my-restarted-life-1992-my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-949":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},2280499,4460,"Chapter 949","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-949",949,"\u003Cp>Zhou Anqin entered the school, unaware that what had just happened had already spread through campus, and her name was gradually becoming known to many.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Auntie, hello!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Anqin greeted the dorm supervisor warmly, then passed the flowers through the window and placed them on the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Auntie, these are for you—I hope you have a good mood every day.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dorm supervisor stared in shock for a long moment; by the time she regained her composure and tried to thank her, Zhou Anqin had already gone inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The auntie picked up the flowers, her eyes slightly damp, yet her smile grew brighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the dorm, only Deng Lanxia, Gao Yujing, and Wen Yingluo were present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Deng Lanxia was waiting for news from Zhou Anqin, she hadn’t gone out today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Gao Yujing and Wen Yingluo, they simply preferred stillness over activity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Anqin smiled and said: “Did Gao Xue and Huang Yu go down the alleyways to run into their idols?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes!” Gao Yujing chuckled, then asked for Deng Lanxia: “How did it go?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deng Lanxia watched Zhou Anqin expectantly; Wen Yingluo put down her book and looked over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Anqin gave an OK sign: “No problem.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Yujing looked unsurprised—Zhou Andong’s sister helping a classmate find a job? Of course it was just a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, she herself was tempted, since she also needed a job—just not as urgently as Deng Lanxia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Yingluo exhaled, smiled, and picked up her book again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deng Lanxia climbed down from the top bunk and bowed deeply to Zhou Anqin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t do that!” Zhou Anqin grabbed her arm. “I told you—we’re family now, sisters. This makes me feel nothing but sadness.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tears instantly spilled from Deng Lanxia’s eyes; only she knew what this job meant to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, from now on, you’re my real sister.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Anqin smiled and pulled Deng Lanxia to sit beside her on the bed: “I met the Dicos manager—she’s truly kind. As soon as she heard your story, she agreed immediately.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The early shift is 4 a.m. to 9 a.m.—you definitely can’t do that. The regular shift is 9 a.m. to 9 p.m., full day on Sundays, and on weekdays you can work 4 p.m. to 9 p.m.—half-day, with dinner provided in the evening.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The standard salary for a server is 210 yuan a month, not counting bonuses. You get paid per day worked; if you don’t come, no deduction. Bonuses are separate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such good conditions? Deng Lanxia couldn’t believe her ears: “R-Really?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course it’s real!” Zhou Anqin checked the time. “Dicos is busy right now. I’ll take you over soon—you can start tomorrow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Zhou Anqin turned to Gao Yujing: “Sister Jing, I asked about you too—come with us now and take a look.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Yujing froze; a warm current surged through her. She’d never told Zhou Anqin she needed a job—but Zhou Anqin knew anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Okay!” Gao Yujing nodded quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>………………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, Zhou Andong and Jian Qiu finally found time, pushed Old Zhou, and spent half the day accompanying Grandma and Grandpa around RT-Mart, eating lunch there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the afternoon they strolled around Tiananmen, had duck for dinner, and when they returned to the hospital and stepped out of the elevator, they saw a man crouching by the ward door—it was Zhang Zhonghui.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Zhang!” Zhou Andong called out. “Damn, why are you sitting alone out here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Waiting for you!” Zhang Zhonghui stood up. “If I hadn’t called Old Wu, I thought you’d already left.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He then greeted Old Zhou and Yuan Liying: “Old brother, Sister-in-law!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Zhonghui had only visited during Old Zhou’s surgery, and that day there were too many people—Yuan Liying had seen him but forgotten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Old Zhou, he didn’t recognize him at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong introduced him: “This is Zhang Zhonghui, CEO of Qinchi Liquor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Zhang!” Old Zhou extended his hand and shook Zhang Zhonghui’s; he felt embarrassed. “Didn’t recognize you just now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Zhonghui smiled: “I came the day you had surgery. Forgetting is normal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group entered the room. Zhou Andong lifted Old Zhou onto the bed, then stepped out: “Sit down!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Zhonghui sat on the sofa. Zhou Andong noticed the bloodshot eyes and asked: “Didn’t sleep last night?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Zhonghui nodded, rubbing his face. “You don’t know—I’ve talked myself hoarse trying to get foreign exchange, almost on my knees calling them Grandpa.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong laughed—he knew well how hard it was to secure foreign exchange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How much are you planning to invest?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ten million!” Zhang Zhonghui said. “I’m going to Xiangjiang with you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No problem!” Zhou Andong nodded. Zhang Zhonghui had secured ten million U.S. dollars—he must’ve agreed to plenty of conditions. “Old Wu is coming too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He told me,” Zhang Zhonghui said. “Wu gave me the account. The money was wired at noon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong pulled out cigarettes and offered one to Zhang Zhonghui: “No rush with the money—we can transfer it after we reach Xiangjiang.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since we’ve decided, it doesn’t matter when we wire it,” Zhang Zhonghui took the cigarette. “Have you booked the tickets?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong lit his cigarette with a lighter: “Don’t worry about tickets—tomorrow at 8:30 a car will pick us up for the airport.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Zhonghui checked the time: “Alright. I’ll go to the Beijing liaison office. I’ll be at the hospital at 8 a.m. tomorrow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong, Jian Qiu, and Zhang Zhonghui left together, returned to the hotel, and packed their luggage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just a few changes of underwear—all of Jian Qiu’s. Zhou Andong carried only a backpack with toiletries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for clothes, they could buy them in Xiangjiang—no need to haul them all the way there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>………………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>August 31, 1993, Lunar July 14, Tuesday!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After washing up, Zhou Andong and Jian Qiu dragged their luggage out of the hotel and had a simple breakfast on the roadside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they reached the ward, Wu Hongkang and Zhang Zhonghui were already waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong checked the time: “The car should be here soon—wait a bit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had he spoken than someone knocked on the ward door. Jian Qiu opened it to find a young man in military uniform, carrying two Mao Yis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello, I’m here to pick up Mr. Zhou.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom, Dad, I’m leaving,” Zhou Andong stood up. “Grandpa, Grandma, stay here comfortably—I’ll be back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright!” Grandpa and Grandma smiled. “Go quickly, don’t delay.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Also!” Zhou Andong said to Yuan Lu and Yuan Zhe. “School starts tomorrow—I’ve arranged a tutor. Study hard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry, Big Brother!” Yuan Lu and Yuan Zhe were still very sensible. “We’ll study hard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the hospital, they saw a Hongqi parked there—especially the license plate—and Wu Hongkang and Zhang Zhonghui barely held back their excitement as they got in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What they hadn’t expected at all: they were flying to Xiangjiang on a dedicated aircraft.\u003C\u002Fp>",1138,"2026-06-20T01:18:52.456Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","529464cbabceb389631017920a4626e1d86d23f7baba611887ac59e82db2122c","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-950","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-948",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-restarted-life-1992-cover.jpg"]