[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-restarted-life-1992":3,"chapter-my-restarted-life-1992-my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-958":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},2280508,4460,"Chapter 958: They Must Be Jealous of Me","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-958",958,"\u003Cp>「…」\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Hongkang and Zhang Shenghui clenched their teeth in rage—do you have to keep showing off?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both wanted to get up and leave; there was no point in continuing this conversation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they were already halfway out of their seats, so they sat right back down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mainly because they were furious at Zhou Andong’s showing off—they’d completely ignored everything he’d said before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You… what did you say?” Wu Hongkang stared at Zhou Andong, disbelief making his voice stumble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Shenghui also stared at Zhou Andong, his gaze terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong took a drag from his cigarette, then leaned over to pick up the ashtray from the coffee table and placed it on his thigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I said, I donated twenty million U.S. dollars to the Central Academy of Fine Arts last time. This time, I’ve got to make it back in the futures market—earn a few times that in interest, or it’d be a total loss.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Hongkang and Zhang Shenghui exchanged glances, silent for a long while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you think I’ve lost my mind, donating twenty million U.S. dollars all at once?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong flicked ash, then sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alas, what can I do? I, Zhou, have always been concerned for the nation and its people—especially regarding education in our country, I never hesitate to spend my wealth.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As the saying goes, education comes first in a hundred-year plan. Though I’m still just an entrepreneur who hasn’t quite succeeded, I can’t forget the nation’s burdens—I must shoulder the responsibilities I owe.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuck!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Shenghui cursed inwardly—you keep getting more full of yourself, calling yourself ‘Zhou’ like some nobleman, more like ‘Zhou the sneak.’ You talk so beautifully, but who here doesn’t know you?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You, Zhou Andong, never move unless there’s profit. If you donated twenty million U.S. dollars and don’t get back forty million in benefits, I won’t believe it even if you cut off my head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the good-natured Wu Hongkang was so furious he rolled his eyes and stood up without hesitation to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the door, they could still faintly hear Wu mutter: “Ungrateful wretch!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong looked at Jian Qiu with an innocent expression: “Are they jealous of me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong was showing off; Jian Qiu had been watching Wu Hongkang and Zhang Shenghui’s reactions. Now she didn’t need to hold back—she burst into loud, unrefined laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong blinked, then laughed too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>………………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Beijing, two foreigners were wandering the streets with miniature video cameras and still cameras; though they were driving, their faces showed exhaustion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuck you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One foreigner, bearded and looking fierce, cursed loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where did they all go?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other, younger, kept his emotions steady, but the deep furrows in his brow revealed his foul mood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did they sense something?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Impossible!” the bearded man exclaimed. “China is determined to win the bid—they’ve already started celebrating. How could they just cancel it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These two spoke excellent Chinese; if you didn’t see their faces, you’d never guess they were foreigners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The younger foreigner slammed on the brakes, pulled over, and stepped out of the car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yesterday, there were banners here celebrating the Olympic bid. Today, they’re gone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bearded man also got out and kicked a roadside tree in frustration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These two were foreign correspondents; yesterday, their boss ordered them to film China’s celebrations for the Olympic bid—headquarters wanted to report on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after receiving the order, they didn’t film immediately. Instead, they went to a bar, then brought two women home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn’t wake until noon today, had another round of… activities, and only after cleaning up and eating did they step outside—only to find all the banners and flowers from yesterday vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go check somewhere else.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They got back in the car and drove around until late at night, but saw none of the earlier banners. They did spot plenty of flowers—probably too late to remove—but what did flowers prove?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They returned to their rented apartment and sat on the sofa in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They knew perfectly well why their boss wanted them to film China celebrating the Olympic bid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were waiting for China to lose the bid so they could report it and mock China, turning it into a global joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they’d messed up. If their boss found out they’d ignored the order, gone drinking, picked up women, and only emerged the next night, getting scolded would be the least of it—they might get fired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they never imagined China had already prepared its celebrations, nearly finished everything, and then suddenly pulled it all back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do we do?” the bearded man asked listlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The younger foreigner sighed: “If the boss just yells at us, we’ll stay as reporters. If he fires us, I’ll still stay in this country.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bearded man blinked: “If you get fired, why stay here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The younger foreigner said: “China is opening up and gradually liberalizing its market. I plan to bring things from America that China doesn’t have and sell them. Maybe I’ll become the second Bill Gates.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bearded man thought it over, his eyes slowly brightening: “Paul, that’s a great idea. I think we should try it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the bearded man’s approval, the younger foreigner perked up: “You really think it’s a good idea?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course!” the bearded man leapt to his feet. “China is short on goods, especially electronics—we’ll make a fortune.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, pacing back and forth. “I don’t even need the boss to fire us—we can quit ourselves.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The younger foreigner stared at the bearded man in shock—I only mentioned the worst-case scenario, never thought about quitting to start a business.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he’d lived here three or four years, witnessed China’s transformation firsthand during these crucial years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the bearded man’s words did stir something in him. Still, quitting required courage—good jobs weren’t easy to find in America, especially one this good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let me think about it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bearded man nodded: “Alright, think it over.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, the younger foreigner still hadn’t decided. But when he and the bearded man arrived at the office and were called in by the boss, it was no surprise—they were fired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the following days, Zhou Andong was swamped, and before he knew it, it was September 23rd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, Jian Qiu stayed glued to the TV. Zhou Andong lay in bed, helplessly saying: “Go to sleep. It won’t succeed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu shook her head: “I believe it will succeed. It definitely will.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, not just Jian Qiu, but countless Chinese people were watching TV—and they all believed it would succeed.\u003C\u002Fp>",1102,"2026-06-20T01:18:52.456Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","81c3e5fe67da35db9f78cd43488eed224f13fc9a2a1cd720689003a76a15636b","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-959","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-957",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-restarted-life-1992-cover.jpg"]