Richest Man: Divine-Grade Reconstruct System Chapter 1286 - 1154: Auspicious Start (Part 2)

As a result, everyone’s gaze was utterly hopeful, looking at the guy in front of them, hoping that he absolutely doesn’t draw the wine.

Under such scrutiny, the guy slowly raised his hand, then slowly opened it, and instantly, a small bamboo slip appeared before his eyes, appearing in front of everyone present.

However, due to the distance and the slip being too small, no one except him could clearly see what was written on it.

Yet when he glanced at it, his previously frowned face instantly smiled, followed by a burst of extreme joy.

And when everyone saw the change in his expression, they instantly felt a thud in their hearts, silently thinking something bad had happened.

No need to guess, they knew this guy certainly drew a jar of wine; if not, how could he have such an expression?

This expression cannot be faked. Clearly, the guy was extremely excited.

Sure enough, as everyone speculated whether he truly drew a jar of wine, his voice rang out.

He immediately stepped forward, shook the bamboo slip at the Shopkeeper, and joyfully exclaimed:

"Hahaha, it seems my luck is pretty good! Come, Shopkeeper, take a look. Is it written here that I can buy a jar of wine with this bamboo slip tomorrow?"

Observing this, the Shopkeeper also smiled and took the bamboo slip from him, only glanced at it briefly before nodding at him and loudly addressing everyone:

"That’s right, it indeed entitles for a jar of wine. Hehe, simply come to the shop tomorrow with this bamboo slip to purchase a jar. Of course, I’ve previously mentioned, this slip is for personal use only.

Moreover, there is a serial number written here. Look, it says 0412 beneath it.

This means the number must be registered with your real name. Only Steward Lu can buy wine with this numbered slip. If it’s not this number, sorry, we won’t sell."

These words caused a commotion among everyone, no one expected the bamboo slip to not only indicate a jar of wine but also have a serial number.

This realization promptly made those with ulterior motives abandon their thoughts, knowing those plans couldn’t be realized.

Just then, the steward chuckled and spoke:

"No worries, Shopkeeper, since you’ve set rules, we will adhere to them. Haha, moreover, my luck is indeed great, seems our household will procure a batch of wine. My luck is good, surely my household servants’ luck won’t differ much.

Haha, let’s just wait and see. I believe the outcome won’t take long.

Also, I am confident that from these 200 jars, at least 30 to 50 jars will fall into our hands.

Hahaha, at that time, please don’t feel dejected, for this is luck, this is fate. Who could blame us for having good luck?"

His arrogant words immediately drew contemptuous stares from everyone, each feeling a burning desire to rush and give him a beating.

Yet their status restrained them, they could only think about it.

As for actually rushing up, it was an implausible thought.

Nonetheless, the Shopkeeper responded to such words with an ambiguous smile and then continued addressing the crowd:

"Haha, since Steward Lu finished drawing, let’s hurry along and don’t delay. There are still many people in line. Everyone, draw a slip quickly. Keep going."

After speaking, he returned the bamboo slip to Shopkeeper Lu and had Xiao Si register the draw.

Soon, the process was completed, and the next household servant stepped forward, came to the wooden box. Inspired by their steward’s draw, he confidently drew a jar of wine, giving them confidence, believing if the steward’s luck was good, theirs shouldn’t be much worse; at least they hoped so.

It seemed not too difficult after all, maybe more than half were winners. Their excitement surged as they eagerly rubbed their hands, impatient. The guy at the front couldn’t wait and thrust his hand into the barrel.

Watching the scene unfold, the steward showed a smug smile.

He was pleased, believing that even if this one’s luck wasn’t great, at least he secured a jar, and trusted out of these 50, half would surely draw something.

Sure enough, under everyone’s gaze, the guy quickly withdrew his hand, holding a bamboo slip.

Meanwhile, others’ faces became increasingly grim, regarding the previous draw which seemed bad luck.

They feared the possibility of having those in front draw all the wine.

If so, they’d be queued for nothing, waiting in vain.

Additionally, they worried about facing their master empty-handed.

While pondering, the servant unfolded his hand, revealing a bamboo slip.

But before he could inspect it, Steward Lu snatched it instantly, scrutinized it briefly, and his joyful face immediately turned stern.

He angrily tossed it back to the servant, reprimanding:

"Worthless! What rotten luck, didn’t draw anything, it’s a blank. Hmph, I’ve wasted my effort on you, go, get out.

Next, next, come forth.

If no one draws wine today, I won’t feed you.

Remember, no meals for those who don’t draw wine."

This revealed the steward’s lack of generosity, his usual arrogance over servants, visibly lacking any kindness.

This increased servants’ resentment, though they dared not show any expression.

Soon, the second servant stepped forward to the box, promptly drawing and handing it to the steward.

Knowing that if he examined it first, the steward would seize it, hence he directly handed it over.

Besides, he couldn’t read, so even if there were words, he wouldn’t understand.

Once delivered, with just a glance, the steward kicked the servant’s leg, angrily scolding:

"Absolutely useless, go, no dinner tonight."

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