[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-restarted-life-1992":3,"chapter-my-restarted-life-1992-my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-984":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},2280534,4460,"Chapter 984","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-984",984,"\u003Cp>“No matter what I do, no matter how well I do it, you’ve never been satisfied,” Zhou Xianyong said bitterly. “I truly don’t know how to make you happy, how to earn even one word of praise from you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old master snorted: “If you could be like your cousin, I’d be satisfied.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My cousin?” Zhou Xianyong asked, puzzled. “I don’t have any cousin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your second uncle’s grandson,” the old master said, recalling Zhou Andong, a smile forming on his lips. “His name is Zhou Andong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hah!” Zhou Xianyong let out a laugh. “Are you so delighted you’ve lost your bearings?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you think your little achievements are so impressive that you’ve become arrogant, convinced your second uncle’s family is after our money?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old master snorted: “Let me tell you, your second uncle’s family isn’t short of money. Your little business, laid before your cousin, wouldn’t even make him lift his eyelids.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Xianyong didn’t believe it for a second: “So my cousin’s some big landlord?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old master kept reminding himself not to get angry: “The RT-Mart we partnered with? That’s your cousin’s business.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Xianyong fell silent. The old master smiled: “And Jiang Xiaobai—the two bottles you brought back from Britain, claiming it’s a favorite among the British upper class and unavailable on the market—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You didn’t know Jiang Xiaobai is a liquor produced by your cousin’s distillery, exported to Britain last year. He has many other businesses—beverages and real estate—both on a massive scale.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Especially beverages: Ice Red Tea already holds half the mainland beverage market. Very Cola is even more terrifying—it’s crushed even international giants like Coca-Cola and Pepsi, driving them into retreat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you still proud of your petty accomplishments? Do you still believe they’re seeking us out just for our meager wealth? You really should come to the mainland, see it for yourself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Staying cooped up on that tiny island has narrowed your horizons. Besides, the mainland is undergoing reform and opening-up—this is an opportunity for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Xianyong remained silent, lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old master paid him no mind and continued: “Besides RT-Mart, we’ve signed agency deals for Ice Red Tea, Very Cola, Jiang Xiaobai, and a premium liquor from the mainland—Jiangzhou Yugong Wine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Also, this Spring Festival, I’m spending it on the mainland. You all should come too. Let’s have a happy, united family reunion. It’s already October—get your company arrangements done early, and come over sooner.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I understand,” Zhou Xianyong’s voice suddenly grew low. “Is there anything else?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No,” the old master said. “That’s all. I need to call your older brother and tell him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t need to call,” Zhou Xianyong said. “I have something to do—I’m going to find my brother right away. I’ll tell him about finding your second brother. You should rest early.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine!” The old master checked the time—it was nearly ten. “Then tell him. Don’t forget about spending Spring Festival on the mainland.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know,” Zhou Xianyong hung up the phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sat in the living room, lit a cigarette, then went to check the bedroom. The old lady was asleep. He gave the maid a few instructions and stepped out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a manor-style villa, covering over twenty mu. Two servants saw Zhou Xianyong emerge and hurriedly bowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master Er!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Xianyong strode down the steps, got into his Porsche, and sped off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>………………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today Zhou Xianqiang was in high spirits: RT-Mart’s location had been finalized—a 15,000-square-meter store in an excellent spot, not far from Carrefour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they’d hit a disagreement: RT-Mart wanted to buy the property, but the price was too high—he still preferred to lease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, it wasn’t a problem. Whether buying or leasing, they’d reach an agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xianqiang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wife, Wang Huijun, stepped out of the kitchen holding a bowl of ginseng chicken soup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve had stomach trouble these days and keep skipping meals. Drink this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Xianqiang took the bowl, sipped a few spoonfuls, then set it on the coffee table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you miss Qianyi, go to the mainland and come back with Father.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Huijun smiled: “That little brat—when she first went to the mainland, she came home twice a year. This year, she hasn’t come back at all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Xianqiang put his arm around his wife’s shoulders. Wang Huijun gently rested her head against him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neither spoke. They quietly savored the rare moment of tenderness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But barely two minutes passed—the doorbell rang. The maid came out and hurried to open it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master Er!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Xianyong’s voice came from the doorway: “Is Brother home?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He is!” The maid brought slippers, knelt, and placed them before Zhou Xianyong’s feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Xianyong changed shoes and stepped in, seeing his brother and sister-in-law nestled together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I guess I came at a bad time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then leave,” Wang Huijun said with a smile. “I just made chicken soup. Want some?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perfect—I’m a bit hungry,” Zhou Xianyong didn’t hesitate. “Give me a bowl.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Huijun went to the kitchen to fetch the soup. Zhou Xianqiang lit a cigarette: “Coming this late—you’ve got something on your mind.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Xianyong said: “Father found Second Uncle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?” Zhou Xianqiang, who had been lounging on the sofa, sat up straight. “When I came back, there was no word. How could he have found him so quickly? Was he tricked?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Xianyong asked: “Do you know a man named Zhou Andong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhou Andong?” Zhou Xianqiang said. “If you mean the Zhou Andong from Yugong Group, then yes—I know him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Xianyong said: “Father says Jiang Xiaobai is produced by the distillery under this Zhou Andong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then it’s true!” Zhou Xianqiang was surprised. “Why are you asking? Zhou Andong is our partner—RT-Mart is his company.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Xianyong had come here simply to verify whether the old master’s claims were real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, he still didn’t believe it—he thought the old man, being elderly, was easily deceived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Soup’s ready,” Wang Huijun came out of the kitchen, handing Zhou Xianyong the bowl—a chicken leg resting in it. “Eat the leg too. It’s an old hen, stewed over three hours. It’s delicious.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, Sister-in-law!” Zhou Xianyong took the bowl, sipped the broth, then grabbed the chicken leg and bit into it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Slow down,” Wang Huijun sat down. “No one’s going to steal it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m just hungry,” Zhou Xianyong finished the chicken leg, drained the entire bowl, then said: “Father says Zhou Andong is Second Uncle’s grandson.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1068,"2026-06-20T01:18:52.456Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","7bbdc781c8518299d99e66f127c009eb3dcf7a03addcd91d01ebb76983d29c9f","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-985","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-983",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-restarted-life-1992-cover.jpg"]