Richest Man: Divine-Grade Reconstruct System Chapter 1288 - 1155: Unlucky Steward Lu (Part 2)

At this moment, this fellow was clearly terrified enough. When he stepped forward, his whole body was trembling, and he was even a bit afraid to go and draw a bamboo slip from the barrel. After all, the 20 people before him didn’t draw anything.

Precisely because of this, he knew that if he failed to draw again this time, the steward would undoubtedly explode, and he would certainly not have any good consequences.

Although his heart was extremely anxious at this moment, he had no choice but to muster his courage and step forward to draw lots, and then...

When his fingers touched the bamboo slip, he hesitated again, and then threw the slip he had grabbed back into the barrel and picked up another one.

This time, the steward had clearly run out of patience, completely ignoring the fellow, waiting for the moment his hand took the slip out, and then snatched it away directly, glaring angrily and coldly uttering the word "leave."

Then he looked at the next household servant, and with a tone filled with anger, he squeezed out two words through his teeth:

"Hurry up."

Seeing this, everyone immediately knew what had happened without asking. Clearly, this fellow hadn’t drawn anything either.

The household servant being scolded started grumbling inwardly and regretting not keeping the bamboo slip he originally held, which might have won him a jar of wine.

If he could draw wine, he would definitely receive a reward.

Thinking about this, he shook his head in disbelief, both loving and resenting himself for not persisting earlier and changing the bamboo slip.

If he hadn’t changed it, he would absolutely have drawn a jar of wine, even though he hadn’t seen whether there was any writing on the slip.

But people are like this: once they give up, they think that the thing definitely had writing on it and feel they missed out on a jar of wine.

For a moment, he regretted it so much that it made him sick to his stomach.

Of course, there is no medicine for regret in this world, and although he was remorseful, he could only slink off into the crowd.

Seeing this made the earlier household servants delighted, as well as the surrounding people in line.

It seems his luck is really bad, with only one jar of wine drawn among more than 20 people, which none of them expected and made them happy.

It looks like he won’t get much wine today; even if the remaining people each draw a jar, it will only amount to 20 jars in total, providing everyone with greater hope.

Sure enough, in the process that followed, none of the remaining 30 people managed to draw a jar of wine.

This kind of miracle stunned even the shopkeeper, who couldn’t imagine such bad luck and such poor fortune resulting in this.

Finally, the shopkeeper shook his head helplessly at Steward Lu and said:

"Haha, it seems Steward Lu’s luck isn’t great today, but fortunately, Steward Lu had a lucky start with a jar of wine, making this trip worthwhile.

Haha, now Steward Lu’s wine code has been registered, so tomorrow Steward Wu can bring this bamboo slip to our shop to purchase a jar of wine.

Now that this matter is resolved, please wait aside, Steward Lu.

Who’s next? Please step forward to draw quickly, time is limited, don’t delay."

"Alright, alright, alright, it’s my turn next. Let me draw first, I want to see whether there’s wine here or not!

Whether there are more wines or more slips with wine, haha, I believe my luck is pretty good."

The speaker was none other than the steward of the Minister of the Ministry of War.

Although he also brought many people today, after witnessing Steward Lu’s situation, he was somewhat anxious. With 50 people not drawing a second jar of wine, it made them all more uneasy.

He was even afraid, if they couldn’t draw a single jar of wine, how would he explain it to his master afterward?

Definitely, although he felt apprehensive inside, his face showed no sign of concern as he strode forward, reached without thinking into the bamboo barrel.

Because he had seen many people make such a move just now, he didn’t observe carefully and directly reached his hand into the wooden barrel.

Then, when his hand entered the barrel, his face changed slightly, just like Steward Lu’s before him. He thoroughly understood why previous people failed to draw a second jar of wine—there were just too many bamboo slips, making his head spin and his hand hesitate. But finally, he gritted his teeth and pulled out a slip.

When he drew the bamboo slip, his previously tense expression burst into joy, and he walked over to the shopkeeper, joyfully saying:

"Hahaha, it seems I’ve had good luck. Shopkeeper, come look, did I also draw a jar of wine?"

"Haha, Steward Jin’s luck is indeed good. Yes, this is a jar of wine. It seems Steward Jin’s luck today is also good. Well, Steward Jin can register the slip, and tomorrow you can buy a jar of wine at our shop."

Having said this, he paid no further attention to the man and continued looking at the crowd, waiting for the next person to draw.

However, at this moment, Steward Jin couldn’t help but glance at Steward Lu with a smug expression that was unmistakable.

And this scene infuriated Steward Lu. His eyes turned red; he was itching to give that guy a punch or two.

Although Steward Jin was exceedingly pleased, his heart still didn’t stop being anxious.

After all, Steward Lu followed the same steps and actions, drawing a jar first, and got nothing afterwards, which made him nervous for what might come.

His gaze was fixed on his servant, watching and waiting for his move.

When his servant reached and took out a bamboo slip, he rushed over and snatched it; reading what was written, his face broke into ecstatic joy, and he couldn’t help but laugh heartily while raising the slip for everyone to see, chanting:

"Hahaha, it seems my luck is really good today! I’ve already drawn two jars of wine. Haha, it’s worth the trip, worth the trip indeed."

After finishing, he glanced at another servant, gesturing for him to step forward and continue drawing.

Meanwhile, Steward Lu stood aside with clenched teeth, seeing the opponent get two jars—one more than he had.

It made him want to rush and beat the guy up badly, as the Ministers of War and Revenue have had some discord.

[To be continued...]