[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-restarted-life-1992":3,"chapter-my-restarted-life-1992-my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-956":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},2280506,4460,"Chapter 956: The Young Are To Be Feared","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-956",956,"\u003Cp>Jin Hui and Sun Zhinong exchanged a glance; they had never paid attention to financial markets, but from Guo Qizheng’s expression, they could tell Jian Dong International was no ordinary entity, and Zhou Andong was far more complex than they had assumed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They also developed a strong curiosity toward Jian Dong International. In fact, Wu Hongkang and Zhang Shenghui were even more curious than they were.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The young are to be feared, truly to be feared.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Qizheng sighed, and for the first time, he truly placed Zhou Andong on equal footing with himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong smiled: “Just lucky. Not worth mentioning.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Guo Qizheng suddenly felt greatly more confident about this mission—and half that confidence came from Zhou Andong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Right now, only Brazil has a batch of goods. Over the next two months, I will handle this matter exclusively for the state.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong asked: “Does your company have foreign employees? For example, Japanese or Korean staff?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Qizheng immediately understood Zhou Andong’s meaning: “Yes. I’ll send two Japanese employees to Brazil to negotiate the purchase of raw sugar—it will also serve as cover.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Meanwhile, I’ll go to Geneva for the international sugar conference. As long as I’m constantly running around there, even if someone suspects I’m buying sugar in Brazil, they’ll dismiss it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m in Switzerland, and the sugar buyers are Japanese—they’ll surely rule out the possibility that it’s me. But Brazil’s sugar imports and exports are state-controlled, and we’ve never traded sugar exports with Brazil before, so negotiations may be difficult.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Negotiate hard!” Zhou Andong said. “If all else fails, concede slightly within the set price limit. We’ll make up that loss in the futures market.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s the only way.” Guo Qizheng nodded. “To win this raw sugar battle, speed is key. The longer it drags on, the more our risks multiply.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong looked at Wu Hongkang and Zhang Shenghui: “Your thirty million and the state’s fifty million will be managed by Qiu Dongfang to buy raw sugar futures in Xiangjiang.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Hongkang and Zhang Shenghui didn’t understand any of this, but seeing Guo Qizheng’s earlier shock, they now felt an inexplicable sense of awe toward Zhou Andong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You handle it. We won’t interfere.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong turned to Guo Qizheng: “My two hundred million will be used to buy raw sugar futures in Britain and the United States.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Qizheng said: “I’ll return tomorrow to make arrangements. You must act quickly, but be careful. Global raw sugar trading volume is only about eighteen million tons. Once two hundred and eighty million U.S. dollars enter the futures market, it will easily trigger sugar price fluctuations.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll be careful!” Zhou Andong nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then it’s settled!” Guo Qizheng, being older, had been on a plane for three or four hours and was already tired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jin Hui stood up: “I’ll take you to the hotel.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group left the office, took the elevator down to the parking lot, where two business cars were already waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong told Jin Hui: “You take Lao Guo first. We’ll leave two minutes later.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright!” Jin Hui opened the car door, letting Lao Guo, his secretary, and the bodyguards in. “We’re leaving.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go ahead!” Zhou Andong waved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Jin Hui’s car drive off, Zhou Andong pulled out cigarettes and offered one each to Sun Zhinong, Wu Hongkang, and Zhang Shenghui, then lit one for himself and took a deep drag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I was about to suffocate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Hongkang was also a heavy smoker and had been stifled in the meeting room too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Serves you right. Who told you to show off?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ignorance is terrifying.” Zhou Andong gave Wu Hongkang a look of utter disdain. “That was respect for Lao Guo.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Shenghui couldn’t hold back his curiosity: “Zhou Dong, what’s going on with Jian Dong International?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Want to know?” Zhou Andong glanced sideways at Zhang Shenghui.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t want to know anymore.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Shenghui picked up his lighter, lit his cigarette, and exhaled a long plume of smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Curiosity killed the cat—this guy was too treacherous. Better not ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hah!” Zhou Andong laughed. “You’re good in every way, but one thing: you’re too hesitant. Like a woman—always dragging it out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Shenghui rolled his eyes at Zhou Andong and ignored him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Hongkang wasn’t afraid of being tricked: “I want to know.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong said: “Lao Zhang, look at Lao Wu—he just says what he wants to know. Look at you, stuttering and stalling. Do you think I’m going to eat you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Shenghui snorted: “Why so much talk? Lao Wu asked—just tell him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wife, get in the car!” Zhou Andong opened the car door. “At the hotel, I’ll talk alone with Lao Wu.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Shenghui wasn’t offended: “Hope you two have a great chat!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group got in the car, the driver started the engine, and they slowly drove out of the garage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Hongkang sat beside Zhang Shenghui and chuckled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lao Zhang, you really don’t want to know?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Shenghui glanced at Wu Hongkang, sighed, said nothing, and turned to look out the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once, Lao Wu had been such a simple, honest man. Since meeting Zhou Andong, he’d slowly turned bad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truly, near vermilion you turn red, near ink you turn black—the ancients were not wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the hotel, everyone returned to their rooms. Zhou Andong told Jian Qiu: “I’m going to the bathroom. Call Yuan Wanqi and tell her to come.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu picked up the phone on the bedside table and paged Yuan Wanqi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, Yuan Wanqi called back: “Jian Dong, you’ve arrived in Xiangjiang?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes!” Jian Qiu said. “Come to the Peninsula Hotel immediately. I’m in room 9038.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright!” Yuan Wanqi replied and hung up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tap tap tap…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the room door knocked. Jian Qiu called out: “Come in!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door opened—it was Jin Hui: “Jian Dong, the banquet is ready. When do you want to go?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong came out of the bathroom: “Let’s go now. I’m starving.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu said: “Yuan Wanqi is on her way. Go eat first. I’ll wait for her.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why wait for her?” Zhou Andong pulled Jian Qiu toward the door. “Her place is over an hour away. If there’s traffic, she won’t even make it here by the time we finish eating.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dinner was arranged at the hotel. Guo Qizheng didn’t drink, so the meal was quick, especially since everyone was tired. After eating, they returned to their rooms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as Zhou Andong and Jian Qiu reached their floor, they saw Yuan Wanqi waiting outside the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When did you get here?” Jian Qiu hurried over and opened the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just five or six minutes ago.” Yuan Wanqi stepped inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong shut the door: “Has the eighty million U.S. dollars arrived?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Wanqi said: “It has.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong found the remote, turned on the TV, and slightly increased the volume.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We can go long on white sugar tomorrow.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1153,"2026-06-20T01:18:52.456Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","bbbbc81384af46590bba52928bdeb5dc4ab963c12e1416e863785628f89e8bd3","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-957","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-955",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-restarted-life-1992-cover.jpg"]