Richest Man: Divine-Grade Reconstruct System Chapter 1293 - 1159: All Old Foxes

After all, this is his own luck, this is something he worked hard to draw, giving this up was something he absolutely couldn’t reconcile with.

Didn’t you see how much effort those people in front of him put in to draw the first jar of wine?

Not being able to draw even one jar, now he actually drew ten jars all at once, how could he not be excited, how could he not be ecstatic?

To give up these nine jars of wine is something he just can’t do.

In fact, right now he’s troubled by the fact that he doesn’t have any silver in his pocket, so wanting to take all ten jars is absolutely impossible.

And just when he was at a loss, when he was both delighted and stressed out that his luck was incredibly good, having suddenly drawn ten jars of wine, several people approached him.

And the ones who came were none other than Steward Lu leading the few stewards.

They came directly in front of him, surrounding him from all sides in Jiangxi.

This action left Minister Bai stunned, and then he was equally startled. He didn’t know why these people came to him, but it wasn’t likely for any good reason, given their status.

None of these people were easy to deal with, and none were kind.

The blood on their hands is plentiful!

It’s not an exaggeration to say they’re the type who’d eat someone and not spit out the bones; these guys are just that aggressive and unreasonable, because their masters are simply too powerful.

It is because of this that it’s easy for them to settle ordinary affairs and they don’t even need their masters to intervene—just mentioning their name can smooth things over—and it is also for this reason that they have amassed such arrogant and overbearing personalities.

Presently, surrounding this guy could only mean one thing: they coveted the ten jars of wine in his hands.

Everyone present was clear about this, and they could understand, including the Centurion; he too realized that the visitors came with ill intent, perhaps not for him but for the bamboo slip in his hand.

But at this moment, he’s obviously extremely depressed. It’s like carrying a dangerous load; he originally had no right to provoke them, but now the wine has pushed him to the center of attention, making him feel stuck.

If he sells all the wine to them, he would be bowing to the evil forces, but if he doesn’t sell it, he probably wouldn’t have good consequences awaiting him.

Here, the Shopkeeper is protecting him, but after leaving, how will he dispose of it, how will he face their harassment?

One may say that by then they’ll find every way to eliminate him, and his status is so low that it’s clearly unrealistic to defend against their attacks.

Because of this, he started to feel conflicted inside, started to waver, even thinking that maybe he should just get rid of this problem by selling the wine slots to them.

Of course, he also considered simply selling the jars and keeping one for himself.

As he thought like this, pondering over everything, Shopkeeper Lu walked over to him and grinned, saying to the Centurion:

"Haha, young brother, it seems your luck is indeed good, drawing ten jars at once, more than all of us combined.

But I see you’re young and probably don’t need this wine; let’s not bully you, I’ll pay you the store price per jar, so you won’t lose out, just transfer them to us."

At this point, he thought a bit and continued:

"But the rule is, you must be the one to buy what you draw, we can’t interfere. So, how about this? You go ahead and buy them, after which you can sell them to us."

Indubitably, his words were perfectly crafted; the Shopkeeper could only shake his head in resignation upon hearing this.

Although they had set the rule themselves, forbidding the trading of bamboo slips, they couldn’t intervene in how the exchanged wine was handled.

It’s the guest’s choice whether to sell it or keep it for themselves.

For this reason, upon hearing these words, he didn’t speak up, as he had no right to refute—it was too well planned.

"Yes yes, Shopkeeper Lu is spot on, so young brother, go ahead and exchange it.

We’re willing to pay one silver per jar above the counter price.

By then, young brother, sell all ten jars to us.

In one transaction, you earn ten silvers.

Young brother, perhaps your salary in a year isn’t this much?"

As he said, this man’s salary wasn’t high, and earning that much in a year was unlikely. He could say that ten silver was enough money for him for quite some time.