Richest Man: Divine-Grade Reconstruct System Chapter 1289 - 1156: The Numbers Don’t Add Up?

On ordinary days there was already no shortage of open and covert struggles between them, so under circumstances like this, seeing the other side draw two jars of wine, how could he possibly not be enraged?

What’s more, the other side still had many people who hadn’t drawn lots yet; as he thought about what would happen next, they would be able to draw even more wine.

This made him grit his teeth all the harder for a moment, he almost wished he could rush up and snatch the other steward’s token right into his own hand.

Only he didn’t dare act like that. Though his own household’s Minister was a bit more formidable than the other side’s Patriarch, in the end they conceded nothing to each other and were roughly equal in status.

Precisely because of this, in such a situation he didn’t dare rashly bring trouble down on his own Master’s head by provoking an opponent.

So for that reason, he could only stand here and stew in his anger alone.

Of course, seeing the situation on his side, the other steward couldn’t help the smug smile tugging at the corners of his mouth; watching him take a loss, that absolutely made this steward exceedingly pleased.

He was also sure that once he went back and told the Master about this, the Master would certainly reward him and be very happy as well; after all, anything that could make the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue eat humble pie was a good thing.

Naturally, the matter in the yard continued, and the lot-drawing couldn’t possibly stop just because of these two people over here.

Thus, very soon the third Household Servant stepped forward, but this time the result made that steward’s expression turn slightly unpleasant.

He hadn’t drawn any wine at all this time either.

That said, although this draw yielded no wine, having gotten wine twice in a row already, he didn’t think too much of it. After all, if they could keep drawing wine every time, the whole business would start to look a bit fishy and he himself wouldn’t believe it.

Only this way did he feel somewhat more at ease in his heart.

He believed that among the people who came next, there would certainly be quite a few who could draw wine.

So he didn’t say anything more, and simply let the next person proceed with drawing lots.

Of course, his attitude was much better than that of the steward from the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue’s Family; at the very least he didn’t curse at the servants, nor did he say anything to the one who had failed to draw wine.

As for cutting a servant’s meals, that naturally never happened.

This scene made the people all around nod repeatedly in approval, especially the servant Household Servants; Steward Lu’s own men included. Right now all of them were thinking that if they could, should they perhaps try to go over to that household?

They’d just head straight to the Minister of the Ministry of War’s side and ask whether his household still needed servants. If they lacked people, serving in that family as Household Servants—wouldn’t that be a fine thing?

At the very least it had to be much better than following this Steward Lu.

Of course, though they thought along these lines, none of them dared to act on it, since the two families were already somewhat at odds. So even if they did go over, once the other side learned they’d previously been at the Lu Mansion, the matter likely wouldn’t be so simple.

The other side wouldn’t necessarily take them into service; what’s more, the other side might even suspect they were that rival house’s agents, or some mole planted over here. That would be hard to say. Rather than that, it was better to sit tight and stay put here.

Just then, yet another Household Servant drew the bamboo lot in his hand and similarly passed it to the steward beside him. The reason was that none of them could read a single character; only the steward knew a few words.

Because of this, without anyone needing to instruct them, the moment they drew the lot they would immediately hand the bamboo slip to that steward.

With this lot drawn, the steward’s face grew even uglier. Without saying a word he waved to the next person, which very clearly indicated that this lot was also a blank.

And that was indeed the case. Gripping the two slips that had "wine" written on them, the steward was feeling a bit uneasy now, and as time went on those people continued to come up one after another to draw lots; but the final result left this steward’s face dark as iron.

That’s right—after all of them had drawn, they were astonished to discover that only the first two lots had yielded those two jars of wine; not a single jar was drawn after that.

This, however, made Steward Lu on the side delighted beyond measure; he couldn’t help stroking his beard and bursting into loud laughter.

Naturally, that laughter provoked the steward from the Minister of the Ministry of War, who glared at Steward Lu at once, his tone turning rather hostile as he spoke:

"Lu, what are you laughing at? Do you think you drew more wine than we did? Don’t these two jars of mine outnumber your one jar? What right do you have to laugh here? Hmph—just a loser, that’s all."

It had to be said, these words made Steward Lu’s face go iron-blue on the spot.

Yes, just as that fellow said, he had indeed only drawn one jar of wine, while the other side, no matter what, had two jars as their base. In that case, the other side did indeed have one jar more than he did, which cut his laughter off abruptly and made his expression extremely sour.

He wanted to argue back, but the facts were exactly as the other man had said, leaving him completely speechless.

Still, this bit of business was only a small interlude. When the Shopkeeper saw the situation, he could only give a wry smile and shake his head, then signaled for everyone to continue.