[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-restarted-life-1992":3,"chapter-my-restarted-life-1992-my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-971":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},2280521,4460,"Chapter 971: The Date Is Set","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-971",971,"\u003Cp>“No way!” Before Jian Zhengxue could speak, Gu Minglan objected: “What’s all this about a grand wedding? It’s just a formality. When I got married to your father, the two families just sat at one table and had a meal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Zhengxue agreed: “You must understand, your status is different from others’, especially our family—we need to mind our reputation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do I, Zhou Andong, care what others think when I get married?” Zhou Andong smiled: “Dad, I know you’re worried someone will cause trouble, claiming we’re using the wedding to rake in money.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Zhengxue nodded: “It’s not just worry—someone definitely will say that. Others will use your wedding as an opportunity to bribe, so your wedding must be low-key.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is easy to solve.” Zhou Andong rolled another duck pancake and placed it in Lao Si’s bowl: “There are two options: don’t accept any gift money, or donate all of it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hm?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Zhengxue and Gu Minglan turned to Zhou Andong, then exchanged a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how the wedding is handled, that’s the Zhou family’s business, not the Jian family’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But accepting gift money isn’t just the Zhou family’s affair anymore—after all, the Jian family and those connected to them will attend the wedding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they come, they won’t skip giving a gift; once that money is accepted, the Jian family will inevitably face criticism.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If no gift money is accepted, there won’t be any problems—those wanting to stir up trouble won’t find an excuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Minglan said: “If you won’t accept gift money, then do whatever you want.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom!” Jian Qiu said: “I think it’s better to accept the gift money and then donate it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Zhengxue smiled: “I also think accepting the gift money and donating it is better than not accepting it at all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Minglan glared at Jian Zhengxue: “Fine, you two decide—I’m done. Now let’s discuss the date.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Next November!” Jian Qiu looked at Zhou Andong: “What do you think?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You decide.” Zhou Andong rolled another duck pancake and took a bite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Minglan frowned, dissatisfied: “Why push it all the way to next November? Why not New Year’s Day?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“New Year’s Day is too cold,” Jian Qiu shook her head. “Besides, we’ve just built a new hotel in Jiangzhou—it’ll be ready by August next year. Our wedding will be held there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In-laws!” Gu Minglan turned to Yuan Liying: “What’s your opinion?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Liying naturally supported Gu Minglan: “I also think New Year’s Day is perfect.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong shook his head: “The wedding needs proper preparation—there’s only two months until New Year’s Day. That’s not enough time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yuan Liying snapped: “Two months isn’t enough for you to prepare?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not enough!” Zhou Andong picked up his wine glass and clinked it with Jian Zhengxue and Lao Zhou: “Just consider the custom wedding attire—I and Qiu need half a year to get it made.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lao Zhou took a sip of wine and grunted: “What wedding attire needs half a year to make?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chinese-style wedding attire!” Zhou Andong said: “Qiu and I are having a traditional Chinese wedding.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wearing a white wedding dress and marrying the man she loves is every girl’s dream—Jian Qiu isn’t immune to that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially in this era, Western-style weddings are experiencing a massive surge in popularity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So when Zhou Andong previously suggested a Chinese-style wedding, Jian Qiu had opposed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she couldn’t withstand Zhou Andong’s silver tongue—eventually, she was persuaded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s good!” Jian Zhengxue said: “Chinese people should have Chinese-style weddings. Why force Western ones and end up with something half-Chinese, half-foreign?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lao Zhou nodded along: “I say we follow the kids’ plan—hold it next November. Time flies; a year will be here before you know it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I agree,” Jian Zhengxue added: “A year’s not long—what’s the rush?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine!” Gu Minglan conceded: “Then it’s settled—wedding next November. Let’s eat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>………………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Geneva, the Sugar Conference was underway; someone was speaking on the podium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Qizheng sat in the front row, listening intently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a staff member walked over to him and whispered something in his ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Qizheng gave a slight nod, then rose and headed for the conference hall exit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the hall, he went to the hotel front desk and picked up the phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is Guo Qizheng!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss!” A deep male voice came through the receiver: “The contract is signed—six hundred fifty thousand tons.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good!” Guo Qizheng said: “I’ll throw a celebration when you get back. That’s all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Qizheng hung up, his face instantly lighting up with a relaxed smile, then strode back into the hall with brisk steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Guo, where did you just go?” Gus whispered beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Qizheng leaned slightly toward Gus: “I just got some major news.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gus’s expression turned serious: “What news?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Qizheng leaned even closer to Gus: “China’s raw sugar is in short supply—desperate for supply.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gus perked up: “Is the information reliable?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Reliable!” Guo Qizheng said: “That explains the futures market turbulence.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gus stood up and walked off; Guo Qizheng’s lips curled into a barely noticeable smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fatty Waiguo ren sat at the outermost seat and, seeing Gus leave, grabbed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gus, the meeting isn’t over, the speech is still going—you leaving like this is extremely rude.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gus whispered something in his ear; Fatty Waiguo ren immediately stood and left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An elderly British man, with white hair, wrinkled skin, and a hooked nose, sat beside Guo Qizheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been watching Guo Qizheng and Gus closely, wondering what they’d said that made Gus rush off so abruptly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This made him immediately suspect something had happened. But since Gus left and Guo Qizheng stayed, he grew confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Guo!” The British man couldn’t hold back any longer and whispered to Guo Qizheng: “What did you tell Gus? Did something happen?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Qizheng freely shared his exclusive information with the old man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The British man’s face changed instantly, and he left the hall just as rudely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The originally three-hour meeting ended half an hour early after Guo Qizheng was “forced” to reveal his secret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This angered the organizers and embarrassed them—but once they learned the reason, they fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the hearts of capitalists, no one’s pride matters more than making money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After returning home, these bigwigs immediately activated their intelligence networks to confirm China indeed urgently needed massive raw sugar supplies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This filled everyone with excitement—no matter what China lacked, it meant their own pockets would swell again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately, these tycoons gathered funds overnight, preparing to buy sugar at rock-bottom prices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>………………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ding ling…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong and Jian Qiu had just returned to the hotel, opened their room door, and heard the phone ring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu hurried into the room and picked up the phone: “Hello, this is Jian Qiu!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Miss Jian, this is Guo Qizheng.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1128,"2026-06-20T01:18:52.456Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","e9cbb35fbb1209dcd772ba8a055effb25a7c50282c7f24777c1e1b03616ccbdd","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-972","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-970",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-restarted-life-1992-cover.jpg"]