Richest Man: Divine-Grade Reconstruct System Chapter 1280 1151: Not Leaving? (Part 2)

Just like that, this group of people practically fled, and when they returned to the residence and reported this matter to their master, he indeed didn't scold them.

After all, today's events caught them off guard, so he didn't blame them too much.

He merely instructed them to make sure to buy the wine early tomorrow, setting a target that each must purchase at least ten jars daily, regardless of how they accomplish this given the limit of reporting only two jars per person.

They were still not very adept at handling this,

but the master straightforwardly suggested that they bring more people.

"You take 100 people and occupy the counter for me. If everyone gets two jars, that's 200 jars, right?"

Furthermore, there was another unexpected thing that these stewards didn't foresee: the masters promised them a silver ingot reward for every jar of wine brought back.

This immediately stirred the stewards into a frenzy.

What a joke! Although being a steward here removes worries about food, clothing, and shelter, and gives pride when going out, the wages truly weren't that high.

One ingot of silver practically equals their monthly salary.

Buying just one jar of wine for the master secures this reward easily, and if they actually manage to get 200 jars, wouldn't that mean 200 silver ingots?

Thinking of this made them instantly excited and energized. After saying goodbye to the master, without further ado, they led some household servants straight to the wine shop.

Clearly, upon arrival, they found not only themselves but several other groups gathered outside the wine shop, with a vast crowd that made entering an impossibility.

The shopkeeper, who had just relaxed, froze upon seeing this sight, helplessly walked to the door, looked at the crowd, and called over a few Guards.

However, even with the Guards present, they had no means to deal with the situation, as the people were not causing trouble or doing anything inappropriate.

They were orderly waiting a short distance from the shop, some even sitting or lying directly on the ground, and some were soundly asleep.

This left the shopkeeper clueless about their intentions, prompting him to approach a familiar steward to inquire.

"Steward Lu, what on earth are you all doing? Didn't we tell everyone today that the wine is sold out? If you want wine, come early tomorrow. If you keep doing this, I truly won't hold back, as you should know what's behind this."

"Even if you're from significant backgrounds, in my shop, you won't be given special consideration."

The shopkeeper's words were stern, loud enough for everyone present to hear clearly. He spoke purposely, wanting to intimidate the crowd, warning them not to behave unruly, reminding them of the backing of the Empress and the Emperor.

His words were both a warning to Steward Lu and an admonition to all present, indicating that any misbehavior wouldn't be tolerated, and consequences could be severe.

The meaning of his words was understood by the crowd, but their expressions were varied, especially Steward Lu, who looked particularly distressed, and responded with a polite gesture:

"I'm not causing trouble here, rest assured. We're just sitting and lying here quietly; we won't give you any trouble inside the shop."

Seemingly understanding what the shopkeeper wanted to ask, seeing his confusion, Steward Lu explained with a wry smile:

"It's like this; we all have the same goal, waiting here to line up early tomorrow."

As his words fell, the shopkeeper exclaimed in surprise, never imagining this was their plan:

"What? You mean to say that everyone's waiting for the shop to open tomorrow morning?

But it's only noon. Leaving aside tomorrow, even tonight is still several hours away?

You're lining up now? Not planning to leave tonight?"

Upon seeing Steward Lu nod affirmatively, the shopkeeper shook his head helplessly, finally understanding their plan.

It seems these folks, aiming to secure the wine, lined up early, prepared for a long-term battle, contemplating living outside the shop for days to ensure they were first in line when it opened, then purchase the wine successfully.

The wine isn't to be underestimated; missing out on one jar means missing out on a month's efforts.

Whenever they thought of this, they felt renewed energy, imagining riches waving at them.

Their dedication left the shopkeeper helpless. After shaking his head, he walked away, knowing it was their choice to wait.

He couldn't control them, as long as they didn't cause trouble inside the shop, there was no issue.

They could wait all they wanted.

True to form, they didn't disappoint the shopkeeper, remaining there, and by dusk,

the shopkeeper noticed not only was the crowd not dwindling, but it had increased significantly.

Apparently, more stewards learned of this, making their way early and even bringing plenty of provisions, so upon getting hungry, they sat and devoured biscuits.

Besides, it's a commercial street with many food vendors.

Yet while lining up, fearing their spot would be taken if they left,

they dared not move despite nearby restaurants, only nibbling dry biscuits.

Meanwhile, Lin Yi, upon hearing the reports and learning of the commotion, wasn't surprised.

Indeed, this wine of the 21st century hit these drunkards like a blow from above.

He doubted anyone could resist the taste, doubted anyone wouldn't covet such a delightful drink.

The consumption at the previous banquet proved these folks genuinely loved the strong liquor.

Hence, receiving the reports left him unsurprised.

What did surprise him were the lengths they'd go for tomorrow's wine,

[To be continued...]