[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-restarted-life-1992":3,"chapter-my-restarted-life-1992-my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-959":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},2280509,4460,"Chapter 959","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-959",959,"\u003Cp>At this moment, Old Jian was also sitting in the living room, eyes fixed on the television.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew that somewhere, another elderly man was surely sitting in front of his TV, waiting in this late hour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Jian’s thoughts drifted farther and farther—after speaking with Zhou Andong that day, he had gone to see his former superior and voiced his concerns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although the old leader appeared in good spirits, he knew the old leader’s health had already begun to fail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had originally not wanted to disturb the old leader, but the Olympic bid was something the old leader deeply cared about and had been closely following.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered how the old leader had immediately ordered him to cancel all preparations for celebration, waiting until the result was announced before deciding anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That made him realize the old leader had also been worried all along—only the lower ranks held such overwhelming confidence in the bid that they had prepared celebration events in advance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially now, with the situation at a critical point, the entire nation already prepared and enthusiasm at its peak, canceling the celebration preparations at this moment would surely stir unrest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after hearing his concerns, the old leader had made a wise decision—canceling all celebration preparations entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the cancellation could not come from the old leader himself; it was Old Jian who issued the order, taking all the pressure onto himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, Old Jian pulled his thoughts back, watching the time grow nearer, his expression growing heavier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When bidding for the Asian Games, there had been considerable debate; many believed hosting the Asian Games was a wasteful burden, far exceeding China’s capabilities at the time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the successful Asian Games, public enthusiasm for sports reached unprecedented heights; under this positive momentum, people flooded out of their homes to begin exercising.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet this had not brought the Olympic bid team any surprise—despite the Asian Games’ success, the pressure from earlier still weighed heavily, as tangible and unbearable as ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Team members had expected fierce resistance, but the outcome had been surprisingly smooth; every department showed unprecedented unity on Olympic bid matters. The Ministry of Finance even pledged to cut spending and redirect all savings toward Olympic-related projects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The public, too, expressed eager anticipation for hosting the Olympics; suddenly, the entire nation stood united in full support. Over ten thousand university students jointly wrote a letter to the lead bid officials, filled with their heartfelt hopes for Beijing hosting the Games.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This situation gave the bid team the confidence of a firm anchor—they confidently declared that with the entire nation’s backing, their Olympic bid would surely succeed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One could say that this bid, whether from the responsible leaders, the bid team, the students, or the entire populace, had poured forth immense passion and emotion—if they lost…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Jian took a deep breath and silently pulled out a cigarette, lighting it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He believed in Zhou Andong, because last year, certain Western nations led by the United States had shamelessly smeared China in an attempt to block its Olympic bid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he still held a sliver of hope, because that afternoon, the Olympic bid delegation had delivered its presentation at the 101st IOC Session.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a mere forty-five minutes, the delegation had calmly recounted China’s five-thousand-year history, showcasing to the world China’s profound cultural heritage and humanistic spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the speech ended, thunderous applause erupted, giving everyone immense confidence. Especially after the voting that followed all presentations—Beijing had led by a wide margin in the first two rounds, so no one believed they could lose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time crept closer; a white-haired Spanish elder appeared on screen, then walked onto the stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even when facing enemies several times his number, Old Jian had never flinched—but today, he was nervous. It was the first time in his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he had prepared himself mentally, China’s economy had grown unprecedentedly since the reform and opening-up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the time was still short, China now possessed real strength to compete with Western established powers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, the spirit of the Chinese nation was never to surrender; even without economic advantage, they could move the world with their sincere hearts—there was still hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, the entire world’s gaze was fixed on the white-haired Spanish elder on the podium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the words “Sydney” came from the elder’s lips, Old Jian felt all strength drain from his body; he slumped back against his chair and slowly closed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half an hour later, Old Jian opened his eyes, picked up the phone beside him, and dialed the international line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other end answered quickly; faint sobs could be heard through the line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Chinese nation is a nation that never yields. We failed this time—no matter. Next time, we’ll try again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Leader!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The person on the line was the delegation’s head—a grown man who now wept like a child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Jian spoke in a low, steady voice: “Failure was expected. This outcome is because we ourselves are still not strong enough. Our top priority now is to accelerate development—only when we are truly strong will the world see us, and no longer ignore us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man choked out: “I… I just feel I’ve betrayed your trust, betrayed the nation’s expectations.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve done your best. The outcome isn’t ours to control. Don’t worry—come back. We’ll regroup and fight again for 2008.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Jian quietly hung up the phone, his heart still calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kid, thank you for the warning—otherwise, we’d have lost face completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>………………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fengjing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Zhengxue sat on the sofa, eyes fixed on the television, silent for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Minglan walked out of the kitchen holding a prepared bottle of milk: “I told you, this bid couldn’t succeed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sigh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Zhengxue finally moved, picked up the remote, turned off the TV, and said bitterly: “We led by a huge margin in the first two rounds—how could we lose the final one?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Minglan snorted: “Because some countries don’t want us to host the Olympics.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Zhengxue asked curiously: “You’ve never cared about this stuff before—how do you know so much?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who says I don’t care?” Gu Minglan retorted. “Do I have to shout it from the rooftops?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, Gu Minglan carried the full bottle into the bedroom—the little girl had been fussing nonstop, restless and clearly hungry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Zhengxue blinked, then suddenly smiled, rising to follow her into the bedroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, the little girl lay with her eyes closed, gulping down the milk in big swallows; Jian Zhengxue watched her, growing more and more fond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And on that first day, Gu Minglan suddenly returned home holding the baby—nearly giving him a heart attack.\u003C\u002Fp>",1111,"2026-06-20T01:18:52.456Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","d61ccca26f6c62ce3a4429bd9352b475767f0a1328ad388fdb4ae3d640784d14","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-960","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-958",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-restarted-life-1992-cover.jpg"]