[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-restarted-life-1992":3,"chapter-my-restarted-life-1992-my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-962":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},2280512,4460,"Chapter 962","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-962",962,"\u003Cp>Yang Xiaoju was eager, but she never even considered winning first or second prize—subconsciously, she felt it was impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue took a deep breath: “Xiaoju, you won first prize.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, Yang Xiaoju fell silent; Jiang Yuyue said nothing, letting Yang Xiaoju process it herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Winning first prize—her friend was already overjoyed for half the day, let alone Yang Xiaoju, the actual winner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After about a minute and a half, Yang Xiaoju finally asked in a cautious voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yuyue, you’re not kidding me, are you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue smiled: “Do you think I’d call you just to trick you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yang Xiaoju gripped the receiver tightly, her fingers turning pale; she took several deep breaths before calming down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yuyue, can you help me sell my car?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue glanced at Ma Xiaotong, who had been listening, and gave her a “told you so” look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sell it for whatever price you decide—I’ll give you the redemption code, and you can just transfer the money directly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yuyue rolled her eyes: “How am I supposed to claim the prize if you don’t bring me the bottle cap?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah!” Yang Xiaoju let out a startled sound, then burst into laughter: “I got so excited, I completely forgot about the bottle cap!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Xiaotong called out: “Hurry over as soon as you can—you have to treat us this time, we’re going to feast on you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No problem!” Yang Xiaoju shouted back. “I’m going to find the village chief right now and ask him to send a donkey cart to take me to town. Tomorrow morning, I’ll take the long-distance bus to the county, and I’ll probably reach Beijing by the second.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good!” Jiang Yuyue said. “You know my company’s address—just come straight here when you arrive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm!” Yang Xiaoju murmured. “Then that’s settled.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait!” Jiang Yuyue nearly forgot Guan Li’s words: “Hold off for a moment—Guan Li will call you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright!” Yang Xiaoju replied, then hung up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>………………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the northern section of Ditan Park, two large trucks were parked, with a banner stretched between them reading: “Authorized Agent for Jiang Xiaobai, Xuri Sheng, and Feichang Kele—Feichang Kele Prize Redemption Center.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most eye-catching sight was the two Santana sedans parked beside them, each with a large red flower tied to the front windshield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby were several motorcycles, along with prizes like color TVs, refrigerators, washing machines, and bicycles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, the redemption center was packed with crowds; Song Haifeng wiped sweat from his forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, headquarters had arranged everything—officials had stepped in to coordinate, and police were maintaining order; if he’d handled it alone, chaos would’ve broken out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t push!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Haifeng held the microphone, turning the volume to maximum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There are enough prizes—none will run out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The staff handling redemption were all sent by Xuri Sheng Company—over twenty people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their supervisor was Liu Yu, a young man, a recent college graduate hired this year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Song!” Liu Yu walked over. “Let’s start awarding prizes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Haifeng forced back his excitement: “Alright, prize redemption begins now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I won a tape recorder!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first in line was a woman in her thirties, excitedly shouting as she handed her bottle cap to a young girl handling redemption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl checked the cap’s number, tossed it into a box beside her, picked up a receipt, wrote “tape recorder,” stamped it, and had the woman sign her name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Congratulations!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl smiled and handed the receipt to the woman: “Take this to the other side to claim your prize.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, thank you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman hurried over; Song Haifeng took the receipt and shouted into the microphone: “This lady has won a tape recorder!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then a middle-aged man in a grease-stained work uniform stepped forward, excitedly saying: “I won a color TV!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whoa!” Song Haifeng took the receipt and joined in the excitement: “This gentleman has won a color TV!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A roar erupted!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd exploded—someone had won a big color TV, a 21-inch model worth over four thousand yuan, nearly two years’ salary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two staff members unpacked the TV, lifted it out, and let the man inspect its exterior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man couldn’t stop grinning; beside him stood three others—two men and one woman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A girl from the group’s marketing department raised her camera: “Don’t rush to pack it yet—let’s take a photo.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man pulled the woman closer: “Let my wife take it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl smiled: “No need—let’s all take it together.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman quickly adjusted her work uniform and smoothed her hair: “If I’d known we’d be photographed, I should’ve changed clothes at home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sister, you’re beautiful—any outfit suits you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl knew how to flatter; the woman, already delighted, became even happier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Click!” The girl snapped the photo. “Alright, you can go. If there’s a problem with the TV, you can exchange it within three days.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The couple, their son, and their friend carried the TV off, beaming with joy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along the way, they drew many envious glances; some even resolved to keep buying Feichang Kele, determined not to stop until they won a TV or refrigerator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More and more people came to redeem prizes; several color TVs and refrigerators had already been claimed, but not a single motorcycle—and certainly no cars—had been awarded yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Haifeng helped out for a while, then handed the microphone to a subordinate, lit a cigarette for Liu Yu, and offered him a light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’ll be even more people tonight—the motorcycles should get claimed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Yu took a deep drag: “Tomorrow’s Sunday—that’s when the peak will hit. We won’t be able to handle it alone—you’ll need to bring more people.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Understood!” Song Haifeng nodded. “After this redemption event, Feichang Kele will definitely see a sales surge.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Yu said: “That’s certain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey!” Song Haifeng suddenly chuckled: “Kouzi also launched ‘Buy Another Bottle’—in ten days, their sales have bounced back. But our redemption event will definitely deal them a heavy blow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Yu’s face lit up with pride: “Feichang Kele already holds 46 percent of the carbonated beverage market. After this redemption, we’re confident we’ll reach 60 percent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong poured in unlimited resources to rapidly seize market share; next year, he’ll expand downward, targeting township markets with even greater discounts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Motorcycle!” A staff member holding the microphone shouted excitedly, his voice cracking: “This lady has won second prize—a motorcycle!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone turned to look—a young girl, about twenty-two or twenty-three, with short hair, wearing jeans and a white shirt with small yellow floral prints.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stood nearly 1.7 meters tall, wore light makeup and sunglasses, showed no visible emotion, and gave off a cool, composed vibe.\u003C\u002Fp>",1098,"2026-06-20T01:18:52.456Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","7bc449360b3db00252e1a5ccb8b303564ae35fe4f33a91ac45210a7d6d4011c6","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-963","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-961",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-restarted-life-1992-cover.jpg"]