Richest Man: Divine-Grade Reconstruct System Chapter 1285 - 1154: An Auspicious Start

That’s right, the moment that guy’s hand went in, his expression instantly changed.

For a while he just froze right there on the spot, and his face looked incredibly awful.

And that in turn made all the people behind him who were watching him freeze as well, each of them puzzled as to why this guy suddenly had this kind of expression.

They were all secretly wondering too—what on earth is in there?

Is there something terrifying in that wooden box?

Or is there some kind of hidden weapon tied to a case inside?

Could it be the owner is trying to harm them?

But then, thinking it over, that seemed impossible. After all, this shop was opened by that person up above, so how could he set his sights on a bunch of little stewards like them?

People say that when they stand in front of outsiders they’re all shine and glory, all power and prestige, but if they really stood in front of that person, don’t even mention getting so much as a proper look from him—they wouldn’t even be as good as a dog.

It’s no exaggeration to say that even their own Master, in front of that one, is nothing more than a dog-like existence.

Precisely because of this, they quickly dropped that thought. But seeing how strange that guy’s face looked, how terribly his expression had changed, none of them knew what he’d just gone through, and for the moment everyone was unbearably curious, all holding their breath and staring over this way.

Just waiting for his next move, waiting for the next moment to see why he would have this kind of expression.

Meanwhile, the Shopkeeper, seeing his face like that, couldn’t help but laugh and shake his head.

He of course knew exactly why this guy had that expression right now; he knew very well what was going through the man’s mind.

As for what the people around were thinking, he absolutely did not agree. Seriously, like they imagined, how could the Emperor stoop to caring about commoners like them?

And the reason this guy’s face was so bizarre, of course, was because his hand had just reached deep inside, and then he’d been stunned to discover that what was in there was utterly shocking to him.

As to why it was so shocking, there was naturally only one reason: the number of bamboo sticks inside the wooden box at that moment was far too huge.

It’s no exaggeration to say that the instant his hand went in, he touched countless bamboo sticks. Even when he pushed all the way to the bottom, it was still densely packed with bamboo sticks.

Put it this way, there were two or three hundred people here at the venue, but the number of bamboo sticks was definitely not less than a thousand.

That was just a rough estimate; if they’d misjudged, the number might be even higher. The reason was that the size of the bamboo sticks wasn’t what he’d imagined.

Normally, at the temples where people go to have their fortunes told, the bamboo sticks they use are long, slender ones.

Because of that, in his view, this wooden box could at most hold a hundred or two hundred sticks.

But as it turned out, he’d thought too much. These bamboo sticks were such that when you grabbed a handful, there were definitely not fewer than twenty or thirty, which meant each bamboo stick inside was only about the size of a cigarette.

And precisely because of that, the entire inside was jam-packed with bamboo sticks, and his face instantly turned ugly.

Right now he really had no idea how many jars of wine they were actually going to be able to draw.

If there had only been two hundred sticks, then they might still have had the confidence to draw fifty jars.

But in the situation now, it was entirely possible that with their fifty people, they wouldn’t even get five jars of wine, and that wouldn’t be an exaggeration at all.

Yes, that was exactly what he was thinking at this moment. He had never imagined there would be so many bamboo sticks in there, and that left him stunned for quite a while, not knowing what to do.

But no matter what, they still had to draw, so he could only grit his teeth, reach in and stir around randomly, then pull out a single bamboo stick and clench it in his hand.

Right after that, under everyone’s gaze, he pulled his hand out. At once everyone’s eyes locked onto his palm.

Looking at his palm, everyone’s hearts started to race. It was a strange feeling, the same kind of mindset people in later times have when they watch someone scratch off a lottery ticket.

That feeling of being afraid the other person doesn’t win, because then you figure you won’t win either—and at the same time being terrified that they really do win, because then you’ll be furious.

In short, it can be summed up in one sentence: "You winning hurts me more than me not winning."

Precisely because of all these tangled reasons, everyone present was feeling deeply conflicted.

The dozens of Household Servants that guy had brought with him were of course all hoping their side would draw a winning stick.

But as for the rest, not a single one wanted them to win. They were all silently chanting in their hearts: "Don’t draw it, don’t draw it, please don’t draw it, please don’t let him draw it, Heaven help us, don’t let him draw it."

Of course, they could only think such things in their hearts and absolutely couldn’t say them out loud. After all, the man’s status was there for all to see. If they actually spoke such words, then regardless of whether he drew wine or not, they themselves would definitely be in for trouble.

He would certainly turn around and come after them, and at that point not only would they be the ones to suffer, their own Masters would probably be dragged down by them as well.