[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-restarted-life-1992":3,"chapter-my-restarted-life-1992-my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-998":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},2280548,4460,"Chapter 998: Someone Must Mend and Patch","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-998",998,"\u003Cp>Si Wei leaned against the sofa, legs crossed, head tilted slightly upward, watching the drifting smoke, a faint, unreadable smile curling at her lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhuo Qihua, I, Si Wei, have always believed: you give me a foot, I give you a yard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Si Wei’s voice was calm, utterly devoid of emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t interfere in your private life; you’d better not interfere in mine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying this, Si Wei sat up straight, her gaze cold as she stared at Zhuo Qihua.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Also, don’t pretend you’re some savior. We’re together only because we each get what we want. Without you, I, Si Wei, still live brilliantly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhuo Qihua raised his hand to strike, but gazing at the face that had always fascinated him, he could never bring himself to do it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You think I won’t hit you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Si Wei looked at Zhuo Qihua with utter disdain, then took a drag from her cigarette: “You, Zhuo Qihua, always keep your word. You don’t just hit people—you kill them with a single sentence.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aren’t you afraid?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhuo Qihua suddenly laughed and lowered his hand. He didn’t notice that the instant he did, Si Wei flipped her other wrist, slipping a short dagger into her sleeve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Afraid?” Si Wei leaned back lazily again. “But I know you won’t dare hit me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhuo Qihua burst into laughter, stood up, and picked Si Wei up in his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Si Wei screamed: “What are you doing!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhuo Qihua carried her into the bedroom and threw her onto the bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve swallowed a whole bellyful of anger today. You’ve got to help me vent it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>………………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same moment, Zhou Andong’s personal speech ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from the young reporter from the Yangcheng Evening News, everyone else was delighted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At lunch, many people approached Zhou Andong to hand him their business cards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether the tycoons from Hong Kong, Macau, and Taiwan, or big and small bosses from the mainland, Zhou Andong treated them all with courtesy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, anyone who attended this entrepreneur forum and came here to eat was no ordinary person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They might not have hands that reach the heavens, but they were all local power brokers. These were connections—whether useful or not was another matter, but they had to be maintained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a flurry of activity, Zhou Andong and Jian Qiu had just sat down to eat when Jian Zhengrong and Lu Qing arrived with their trays.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lu Sheng!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle Si!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jian Qiu greeted them first; Zhou Andong reluctantly put down his chopsticks and nodded a greeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Qing smiled: “Let’s chat while we eat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine!” Zhou Andong was genuinely hungry; without any pretense, he grabbed a chicken leg and took a big bite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After swallowing a mouthful of rice, Lu Qing said: “Zhou Dong, your speech was brilliant—I felt my blood boiling.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There are things I don’t want to say, but I must say them,” Zhou Andong swallowed his food. “Admiring the West and looking down on our own isn’t scary—they’re free to worship foreign masters and become slaves. We can’t stop them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But these people constantly promote Western values, deliberately creating cognitive chaos among Chinese people. The most terrifying part is, most of them are intellectuals—they hold status and reputation, and control public opinion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The common people blindly follow. They won’t think for themselves whether Western values suit us, or whether importing them might bring disaster.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Earlier in the hall, when Zhou Andong raised this topic, Lu Qing hadn’t had time to reflect—he was too captivated by the speech, afraid to miss a single word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that Zhou Andong brought it up again, he had to take it seriously: “Could it really be that serious?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes!” Zhou Andong said seriously. “It’ll be a thousand times worse than I’ve said. Once these people steer us off course and establish a Western cultural tide, it will deliver a devastating blow to our socialist value system.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Think of the future—those professors, so-called experts, and public intellectuals who grew up eating Chinese food, educated in China, climbed to the top of academia, yet smashed China’s pot, smeared and demonized their own country, manipulated public opinion, glorified Western values, and cheered for Uncle Sam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Think of forums, communities—anyone who dares speak patriotic words gets dozens, hundreds of comments cursing them. Then the trolls multiply: two cents, five cents, rising to half a million, finally reaching 1450.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These people viciously attack and smear the nation and government, stoking North-South divisions. Any negative news is inflated endlessly and pushed into public discourse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When someone posts a positive message, they swarm out like maggots from a pile of shit, surrounding and berating, mocking and ridiculing that person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worse still, some children, still forming their values, are led astray by this noise, their inner bitterness growing, until they begin doubting their own country’s system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong mentioned these things during his speech, and now he’s saying them again—not expecting Lu Qing to do anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This isn’t something one province or one region can fix—it requires the state machine to intervene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So when Zhou Andong brings it up now with Lu Qing, it’s really meant for Jian Zhengrong to hear, so he can pass it on to Jian Laoyezi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why doesn’t Zhou Andong go straight to Jian Laoyezi? Because he’s just a businessman—he doesn’t want to get too deep into matters unrelated to business.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, if the old man asks him something, he’ll answer honestly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a while, no one spoke; the four of them ate in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After more than ten minutes, Lu Qing put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth with a napkin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhou Dong, is this your first time in Guangdong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First time in my life,” Zhou Andong thought to himself, then nodded: “Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Qing asked: “What do you think of it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong picked up a piece of pork rib steamed in soy sauce: “I’m genuinely surprised. I have great confidence in Yangcheng’s future.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Qing smiled: “Then bring your Dahrunfa to Yangcheng.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong smiled too: “I knew you came for this. Don’t worry—not just Dahrunfa, if the leadership is sincere, bringing a city complex to Yangcheng isn’t out of the question.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Qing’s eyes lit up: “Zhou Dong, if your city complex settles in Yangcheng, I promise you this: whatever treatment foreign investors get, you’ll get the same—and you can pick any land parcel you want.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then it’s settled,” Zhou Andong nodded. “After this forum ends, I’ll send people over to negotiate, including choosing a site for Dahrunfa.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Zhou Andong noticed Jian Zhengrong’s resentful little glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dongzi, no—Zhou Dong, Zhou Mr.—don’t you think about your Uncle Si’s Dongguan?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong smiled: “We take it one step at a time. Once the Yangcheng complex project is settled, we’ll move on to Dongguan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s more like it,” Jian Zhengrong smiled, then added with concern: “Your speech today, once reported, will surely anger a huge group of people. You’d better be prepared.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong nodded: “I’ve already considered that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Qing asked: “Aren’t you afraid?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong smiled faintly: “This country is broken and patched together—it’s always been that way. Someone has to mend and patch, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>",1193,"2026-06-20T01:18:52.456Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","19ce82028b250f828358e0dba8f2cb8ff0b25869b9e3e5df8f1169e5f65910e3","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-999","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-997",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-restarted-life-1992-cover.jpg"]