Richest Man: Divine-Grade Reconstruct System Chapter 1278 - 1150: Getting Out of Control (2)

However, if not done this way, this situation has already arisen, with each person pushing and shoving, all rushing inside.

Even the household staff of those top-ranked officials are not being paid any attention at this moment, all squeezing inside.

Even the stewards under the Minister are being jostled and thrown off balance. Even though they’ve shouted themselves hoarse, pointed fingers at others’ noses, they get an ear but to ask for some wine? That’s absolutely impossible.

The reason there are no purchase limits can be said to have everyone shouting loudly to get 200 jars of wine.

Thus, the sales clerks inside are quite troubled, but fortunately, the Shopkeeper speaks up promptly, saying they would sell to them as many as they could take.

First come, first served; about not being able to buy later? You’ll have to come early tomorrow.

This promptly brings joy to the stewards inside the shop.

One particularly stout fellow squeezes directly to the front of the counter, shaking the gold ingots in his hand and shouting loudly at the clerk inside:

"The exclusive counter is brightly lit, come on, quickly give me 200 jars of wine, how much for each jar?"

Those around who heard this cast resentful gazes, especially as they were also standing at the front.

Upon hearing this guy asking for 200 jars right off the bat, it’s directly excluding all of them!

How could they be willing? Thus, they all shout for 200 jars as well.

At this time, the Shopkeeper walks over helplessly, bows his hands to the fat man, and begins:

"Steward Lu, it’s not that I won’t sell you so much wine, but you simply can’t carry it.

I just mentioned, with so many people waiting now, so I reckon you buy as much as you can carry, and I’ll sell you that much.

If it’s too much, or really 200 jars, even if I give it to you now, you can’t carry them out."

These words make those around immediately nod their heads in agreement.

Indeed, as the Shopkeeper said, even if they sold you 200 jars of wine, with so many people outside watching intently, can you really carry them all away?

Moreover, there are many household staff of top-ranked officials outside.

With them there, if they really ask you to share some with them, could you refuse?

Though knowing the old man speaks sense, the stout Steward Lu can’t help but furrow his brows.

With his bulky figure, holding two jars is already his limit, and now with so many people around, it’s extremely difficult to squeeze out even empty-handed, let alone carrying wine.

This directly pronounces his death sentence; he can only carry at most two jars, more than that, he’s utterly powerless.

Thus, he can only sigh helplessly and say to the clerk inside:

"Forget it, forget it, next time I’ll bring more people, alright, give me two jars first."

While speaking, he hands the gold in his hand over to the clerk in front, who upon seeing it, smiles and nods, takes it, and hands over a few more small gold pieces.

"Alright, Steward Lu, we price each jar at fifty taels, charging you a hundred taels, here are your two jars of fine wine, please take them."

Seeing the gold given over along with two large jars of wine, Steward Lu’s plump, old face shows a smile.

No matter what, today he’s managed to grab two jars of wine for the old master, which is better than anything, I believe those outside will likely really return empty-handed.

Anyway, today if the old master can drink, then I’ve made contributions without faults, and tomorrow I’ll bring more hands, surround the counter and have everyone take two jars, then we can buy it out?

Seeing Steward Lu successfully pay and get two jars of wine, those around him follow suit.

Some who feel quite capable directly ask for three jars of fine wine, hugging them tightly.

However, the moment they all get their wine, they furrow their brows, hesitating.

The reason being outside has already been blocked solid, they want to turn and leave, but no one gives them a path.

This leaves them stuck inside, unable to move.

This urgency troubles several people, afraid amidst the crowding their wine might fall to the ground.

Any mishap, silver losses are minor, but the master missing out on wine is major.

Especially those behind, seeing the front successfully getting wine, grow increasingly impatient.

The quantity purchased by the line ahead absolutely exceeds 50 jars.

That is, with 200 jars daily, 1/4 is consumed, leaving not much left.

If they don’t push forward quickly, they might end up without wine today.

As those at the front struggle to squeeze out, those behind keep pushing forward, making the Shopkeeper helplessly shake his head.

He’s had people go outside and shout, spread the word, roughly counting, telling those outside there’s no way to buy today, come early tomorrow, but despite knowing they can’t buy, they still cling to a sliver of hope and refuse to leave, continuing to squeeze and rush in.

They wonder, if they indeed squeeze to the front, could they buy wine today?

Thus, the scene becomes incredibly chaotic for a time, fortunately, the Shopkeeper being a worldly man, seeing this situation, decisively instructs the salesperson to clear a passageway, letting those who’ve bought wine leave through the back door.

Soon, these people successfully leave this way.

Yet, things often turn out more challenging than expected; as the first batch leaves through the back door, it’s immediately surrounded by those outside wanting to buy wine.

They think, if entering through the back door, could they buy wine?

With someone leading, others follow, in no time at all, the back door passage gets completely sealed.

Seeing this, the Shopkeeper has no choice but to reluctantly close the back door heavily.

Fortunately, some have already left, selling off roughly half the wine.

As the jars within the counter visibly decrease, soon, those nearest the counter successfully buy wine.

After another moment, the wine is completely sold out.

The 200 jars are split cleanly by the stewards within the shop; although they can’t squeeze out, they cling tightly to their wine.

Fearful of any mishap.

Now, seeing no jars left within the counter, no wine being sold, those in the shop begin clamoring, demanding the store quickly bring out reserve wine.

This day they’ve lined up long, squeezed so long; if they can’t buy, they certainly won’t let them close.

[To be continued...]