[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-restarted-life-1992":3,"chapter-my-restarted-life-1992-my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-961":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},2280511,4460,"Chapter 961","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-961",961,"\u003Cp>“Thud!” Ma Xiaotong slammed the slip of paper onto the desk, excitedly saying: “Yuyue, we won! We won! It’s the first prize!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue snatched up the slip instantly, checking each digit one by one, then lifted her head—her expression shifting from disbelief to delight, then to excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We bought so many together and only won a rice cooker. Xiaoju bought just one bottle and hit the first prize—what kind of divine luck is that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Xiaotong burst into loud laughter: “Quick, call Xiaoju and tell her the good news!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just try our luck.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue checked the time, grabbed the phone on her desk, and dialed the village committee office where Yang Xiaoju lived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Usually, no one was at the village committee unless there was something important.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if someone was on duty, it was only in the morning—after noon, the office was always empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If villagers had urgent matters, they went straight to the cadres’ homes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After graduation, Jiang Yuyue had called Yang Xiaoju several times, and only once had she gotten through in the morning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, luck was with them—the call connected after just two rings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello, my name is Jiang Yuyue, a classmate of Yang Xiaoju. Could you please notify her to take the call?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other party, hearing it was Yang Xiaoju’s classmate, responded politely: “Hello, hello, I’ll go notify Xiaoju right away. Call back in half an hour.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright!” Jiang Yuyue hung up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reason for waiting half an hour was that Yang Xiaoju was at school.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The school was halfway up the mountain, and it took half an hour to travel back and forth between the committee office and the school.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Xiaotong hadn’t calmed down yet, pacing back and forth in the office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I think Xiaoju will sell the car for the cash.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue nodded: “If she turns the car into cash, she can do a lot with it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Xiaotong suddenly stopped, gripping the edge of the desk, her eyes fixed intently on Jiang Yuyue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yuyue, what if we buy the car from her?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue froze, then felt her heart stir. To be honest, the company had made plenty of money since its founding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was still in its growth phase—signing singers, buying copyrights, recording songs—all of it cost too much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d always hesitated about setting up her own recording studio, so the company still didn’t own a single car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Jiang Yuyue tempted, Ma Xiaotong pressed on: “We can pay her market price. If she sells it to someone else, she’ll get far less.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue didn’t agree, but didn’t refuse either: “Let’s wait and ask Xiaoju first. What if she doesn’t want to sell it—what if she’s keeping it as her dowry?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Xiaotong chuckled: “If that’s the case, we won’t push it—we’ll just go buy a car at Damao.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ding…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phone rang suddenly—Jiang Yuyue picked it up; it was Guan Li.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After graduation, Guan Li had stayed in Jingcheng and joined the Xinwen Bureau.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yuyue!” Guan Li’s voice burst through the line: “Did you win anything?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue asked back: “Did you win?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Li exclaimed excitedly: “I won! A refrigerator!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue wanted to hang up: “You called me just to rub salt in my wound?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?” Guan Li was momentarily confused, then exclaimed in surprise: “You didn’t win anything at all?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue sighed: “I don’t want to talk to you anymore.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha…” Guan Li laughed loudly: “The event isn’t over yet—keep trying!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue asked: “You won a refrigerator—aren’t you thrilled?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course!” Guan Li said proudly: “I was planning to buy one anyway—now I don’t have to, saving me half a year’s salary.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let me tell you,” Jiang Yuyue said, “Xiaoju won too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really?” Guan Li was surprised: “What did she win? Not another refrigerator, right? She only bought one bottle and still won—what great luck.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue’s lips curled into a smile: “Xiaoju won the first prize—a sedan!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t joke!” Guan Li didn’t believe it for a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why would I lie to you?” Jiang Yuyue’s smile grew brighter. “I just called the village committee where Xiaoju lives to tell her the good news.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really?” Guan Li still sounded doubtful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ask Xiaotong—she’s right here beside me.” Jiang Yuyue handed the phone to Ma Xiaotong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Xiaotong took the phone: “It’s true. You know I copied down the number inside Xiaoju’s cap. After I checked it, I couldn’t believe it—I checked it again and again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah!” Guan Li shrieked—not with envy, but pure joy: “Really? Xiaoju’s luck is unbelievable!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly,” Ma Xiaotong grinned. “So stop bragging about your stupid refrigerator.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, alright—compared to Xiaoju, my luck is terrible. But…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guan Li chuckled: “But my luck’s better than both of yours, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Xiaotong’s face darkened: “I don’t want to talk to you anymore.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t hang up!” Guan Li laughed again: “After you call Xiaoju, tell her not to leave—half an hour later, I’ll call her myself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright!” Ma Xiaotong hung up, then sighed: “Our luck really sucks, huh.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After speaking, the little woman looked around left and right, like a thief, leaning forward with her upper body: “Yue, why don’t you tell Brother-in-law we should buy a few more bottles, give him the numbers, so when the next drawing comes…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying this, Ma Xiaotong kept winking at Jiang Yuyue: “You get it, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue blinked, pretending to think deeply: “Your idea might work—I’ll go see him these next few days.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These two women hatched wild, unrealistic plans for how to win the prize, and time passed quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue picked up the phone and dialed, and soon a cheerful voice came through the receiver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yue!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue smiled: “When we graduated, we bought Fei Chang Ke Le together—you bought a bottle too; you still have the cap, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I still have it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Xiaoju was surprised—why would Jiang Yuyue call just to ask about this? She didn’t believe she’d ever win; the odds were too slim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She kept the cap, even cherished it, because it was from their final group outing before graduation, after which everyone would go their separate ways and likely never meet again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially since she lived in a remote mountain village—years might pass, and they could easily lose touch. Keeping the cap was a small token of memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You called me just to ask about this—did you actually win something?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, Yang Xiaoju realized the implication, and her heart skipped a beat or two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it were a small prize—like a rice cooker or a bicycle—Jiang Yuyue would never have bothered calling her specifically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the distance was too great, transportation was inconvenient, and she couldn’t possibly go claim it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only would it waste time, but the cost of round-trip travel and meals could buy the same item locally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So she guessed it must be something big—like a TV or a refrigerator.\u003C\u002Fp>",1153,"2026-06-20T01:18:52.456Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","3a8269526ece08c15e7901f4da8bdf0889dcfe6c81c14f1ab37ff50de7cb0cbe","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-962","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-960",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-restarted-life-1992-cover.jpg"]