Richest Man: Divine-Grade Reconstruct System Chapter 1292 - 1158: King of Lots

There’s no way around it; this bamboo stick he drew was exceptionally unusual.

Even the shopkeeper couldn’t help being utterly shocked upon seeing it.

As to why it was so, it’s because the writing on this bamboo stick was different from all the previous ones.

The writing on this bamboo stick not only had words, but there were actually two rows of writing, making it the one with the most words drawn thus far.

Of course, aside from the difference in word count, the content was also different. The previous sticks, apart from empty ones, typically indicated one jar of wine, but the one the shopkeeper held at this moment was different.

At this moment, the bamboo stick astonishingly did not indicate one jar of wine but ten jars.

Yes, you read that right, and you heard that right - the stick he drew indicated ten jars of wine, the first occurrence in history, this was the largest prize of the day.

At this moment, Minister Bai obviously didn’t realize this, as he didn’t recognize the characters.

He believed that he had drawn a single jar of wine simply because there were words written on it, clearly different from the preceding unmarked sticks.

Because he had been standing there waiting, he had seen those blank sticks, and it was due to this fact that he knew he had definitely drawn a jar of wine.

Whether he had drawn more wine was unknown to him because he couldn’t read the words.

Hence, he could only deliver the bamboo stick to the shopkeeper and inform him that he believed he’d drawn one jar of wine. As for whether he truly had, or if the text on the stick might indicate something else, he did not know.

Additionally, he didn’t care, as he only hoped to purchase one jar of wine.

After all, for him, more wine wasn’t something he could afford. Even after pooling all his resources together, he could barely purchase a single jar.

If he were asked to draw again or if some event befell him, it would surely vex him greatly, as he definitely lacked the financial means to buy a second jar of wine.

However, just at this moment, as all eyes were collectively fixed upon the bamboo stick in the shopkeeper’s hand, the shopkeeper began addressing the crowd:

"Haha, congratulations to this gentleman. Today, within this barrel, only this bamboo stick was different from the rest.

It is also the most fortunate draw out of our entire lottery; that’s right, it doesn’t indicate one jar of wine, but ten jars of wine.

Congratulations, you’ve drawn the jackpot for the day. By tomorrow, you can bring this bamboo stick back here and purchase ten jars of wine!"

But as the shopkeeper’s words fell, the crowd instantly erupted, with many casting doubtful glances this way.

Voices started rising in dissent, and their faces were filled with disbelief.

The steward named Lu was no exception, his eyes bulged wide, mouth agape, stammering:

"No, no, no, this is impossible. Absolutely impossible, how could he draw a stick with ten jars?

While we only drew a jar at most, some drew none at all. It’s unrealistic and impossible; there must be some trick here, otherwise how could he be so lucky?"

"Isn’t that the truth? Surely, it must be the case; if not, how could such a good fortune befall him? He’s merely a small Centurion. Surely, this kind of luck shouldn’t fall to him."

"Isn’t that right? Shopkeeper, this is obviously cheating; it’s unfair! Why did we mostly draw one jar while he gets ten? Shopkeeper, we need you to stand here and give us an explanation."

"Yes, we all need an explanation - if you don’t provide a reasonable one, there’ll be no business today, nor tomorrow, unless this result is voided. I won’t care about your bamboo sticks then."

"Also, shopkeeper, Steward Lu previously mentioned that the wine count seems off. Adding his ten alone doesn’t reach two hundred jars. You need to give us a reasonable explanation for such a result, and how the remaining wine will be handled, instead of selling them directly to us. It seems plainly unreasonable."

"Yes, yes, now that you mention it, I nearly forgot; shopkeeper, come and explain this thoroughly, or I won’t leave today."

Yet facing these pressing words, the shopkeeper didn’t waver. Instead, after closely inspecting the bamboo stick in his hand, he chuckled and addressed the Centurion before him:

"Don’t mind the voices around; although I haven’t mentioned it before, such a thing indeed exists.

Inside this box, truly exists a king of the sticks, which not only today but in every daily draw, a king stick will appear.

If anyone draws this stick, they can instantly purchase ten jars of wine; we will uphold that promise without doubt.

Of course, the money for buying the wine must still be provided by you all."

At this moment, glancing back at the Centurion, he had already been dumbfounded, frozen on the spot, unsure of what to say.

His eyes fixated on the shopkeeper with apprehension of being tricked.

However, after careful observation, he was evidently disappointed because the shopkeeper was immensely serious, without any hint of deceit. This realization confirmed that he indeed had tremendous luck today, having drawn the king of the sticks.

Yet even after the initial joy, he began to fret, as the value of ten jars of wine wasn’t cheap at all.

Now, with his entire resources, he could barely buy a single jar, leaving him helpless regarding the remaining nine jars.

Still, he felt reluctant to relinquish them.

[To be continued...]