Richest Man: Divine-Grade Reconstruct System Chapter 1282 - 1152: Are You Even Worthy? (Part 2)

"That’s right, that’s right. You can’t just oppress people with your power; if it truly comes to that, then how are people like us supposed to survive?"

"Exactly, if you buy up all the alcohol, how are we supposed to explain it when we go back? This won’t do, at least leave us five or ten jars."

"You’re really not afraid of the wind biting your tongue, are you? A mere overseer from the County Magistrate’s house, daring to want a share. Five or ten jars? Let me tell you, not even one jar will be left for you."

"Look at what you’re saying, isn’t this oppressing people with power?

What’s wrong with us being from the County Magistrate’s?

Doesn’t the County Magistrate count as an official?

Doesn’t the County Magistrate count as a person?

Besides, this alcohol is sold to everyone, open to all. It’s not just sold to you!

So naturally, we have the right to buy it too!

And what’s wrong with ten jars? Our master can afford it, so what’s the problem with buying ten?"

"Hmph, enough of this and that, today let’s just say two jars per person is good enough.

This time we brought 50 household servants, two jars each, that’s 100 jars in total. Who dares compete with us?"

"What? You think you have more people than us?

This time, we brought 70 household servants!

Come on, let’s compete, at least 140 jars today, not one less."

"Hey hey hey, you’re being a bit too much. Although we only brought 30 household servants this time, we should at least get 50 jars, right?"

"50 jars?? Haha, I brought 40 household servants this time, and I didn’t dare to ask for 50 jars.

I won’t ask for much, our master said he’s satisfied as long as we can get five jars."

"Goodness, 40 household servants and only asking for five jars? Why make such a big fuss then? If it’s just five jars, a few people could do the job."

"Who says not so, it gave me quite a scare to bring 40 household servants and ask for only five jars."

"Hey. You guys might not know this, but these are the household servants of the Capital Governor’s family, after all, they have their rank. If he wants five jars, how could he possibly grab them without bringing so many people?"

"Uh, may I humbly ask a question? I’m a Centurion from the Left Martial Guard, can I perhaps buy one jar?"

Once these words were spoken, everyone’s eyes turned to him in unison.

Goodness, a mere Centurion dares to want a share here as well.

Are you kidding? Among those queuing here, which of their masters isn’t a high official?

Even the weakest among them is a sixth-rank official.

And this mere Centurion, if you really think about it, doesn’t even qualify as an official.

It’s no exaggeration to say that even a small ninth-rank official is much higher than him.

Seeing the contemptuous looks from those around, the Centurion just wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

His old face turned slightly red.

He knew that at this moment, the people around him aren’t ones he could afford to offend.

But the thought of that exquisite palace wine made him subconsciously swallow his saliva.

As for why someone of his level could drink palace wine, it’s quite understandable.

On the day Lin Yi got married, he was on duty in the palace.

Because of this, when those officials finished the wine, there would inevitably be a drop or two left in the bottle, and he was lucky enough to have tasted a drop or two while cleaning up.

Thus, upon hearing that palace spirits were being sold here, he immediately took out all his savings, a full fifty taels of silver, to try and buy a jar to satiate his craving.

However, he never expected to encounter such a situation on the spot.

Suffice to say, the last time he came a bit late, so he missed the allocation of two hundred jars.

And upon hearing there’d be more tomorrow and as he’s not on duty these two days, he thought about coming here to queue, hoping he might actually get a chance if he waited in line.

And there’s one thing that nobody knew, which is that he was actually the very first person to line up here.

When everyone else left, he was the first to line up, thinking that if he could taste this wine, queuing from now until the door opens tomorrow would be worth it.

However, never in his wildest dreams did he expect those arrogant housekeepers to arrive soon after, ignoring him and bringing a lot of household servants.

Though he was from the Left Martial Guard, his official rank was too low, not even worth mentioning.

Moreover, among this group of people, there were representatives from the households of five Grand Generals, individuals he could only look up to.

Even though they were merely housekeepers, he had no doubt that with a single word, they could strip him of his Centurion position.

That’s why, once he spoke, everyone cast disdainful glances at him.

Yet, under the scrutiny of those eyes, the shopkeeper’s voice echoed again:

"Everyone, stop fighting, this time, no amount of struggle will be helpful.

Hehe, let me just say, this time it won’t be first come, first served. To be fair and to avoid spoiling relationships, we’re going to settle this by drawing lots."

At his words, everyone was stunned and looked at each other, their tones filled with some confusion:

"Shopkeeper, what do you mean? How does this drawing lots work?"

"How come there’s lots drawing involved now? Let me tell you, I was here first, there wasn’t anyone else when I arrived. I’ve been queuing for a long time already, surely you can’t refuse to sell to us?"

"Who says otherwise? I’ve been in line for so long, I’m not willing to draw lots.

I’ll just wait until the store opens tomorrow and get some then."

"Yes yes, drawing lots? We won’t draw. We’ll wait until the doors open tomorrow."

Instantly, among those present, the ones who arrived with dozens of household servants shook their heads like rattles, unwilling to agree to the lot drawing.

They have the numbers, and when the shop opens tomorrow, they could simply let their household servants rush ahead and block everyone else, allowing themselves to enter and purchase freely.

However, hearing this, some people couldn’t help but shake their heads helplessly, while the Centurion brightened up at once.

Just now, his little hope had been dashed; he had accepted the reality that with these people here, he might not get a jar at all. Hence, he planned to give up.

After all, he’s just a small Centurion, and compared to these officials, he truly is insignificant, prompting him to consider leaving.

Although he craves the alcohol dearly, being on duty in the palace would certainly grant him another chance to encounter it; who knows, maybe the Emperor, in a good mood, would reward him with a sip someday.

And yet, just as he was about to leave, he heard the shopkeeper declare they’d resolve the matter by drawing lots, sparking his excitement.

In that moment, his eyes lit up brightly.

He wanted to support the shopkeeper’s words.

But before he could speak, the housekeepers with their household servants began to refuse vehemently.

This made his heart sink; he feared that the shopkeeper might abandon the lot drawing because of their words.

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