Richest Man: Divine-Grade Reconstruct System Chapter 1297 - 1161: Small Mechanism

But it was obvious this Centurion was overthinking it—just for a few jars of liquor, the other party really wouldn’t stoop to outright robbery.

After all, that would be throwing away their face.

Especially since this fellow was the steward of an entire household, and not just any steward; with the kind of grandfather he had, there was simply no way he’d do something so beneath his status.

It’s no exaggeration to say he absolutely would not openly break the rules in front of everyone.

Otherwise, if that kind of reputation stuck to his own name, the loss to him would be enormous.

Precisely because of this, when Steward Lu walked up to the Centurion, he merely reached into his robe and casually pulled out a few ingots of silver, then tossed them over.

This move stunned the Centurion outright; once he came back to his senses he hurriedly reached out to catch them, and when he’d gotten all those silver ingots into his hands, he suddenly realized they really were bright, gleaming silver.

Unable to resist, he brought one to his mouth and gave it a light bite; the soft give against his teeth made his whole body surge with excitement for no reason at all.

Seeing the Centurion actually bite the silver, Steward Lu’s expression turned openly disdainful. For people of their status, how could they possibly use fake silver?

Besides, this was only a few dozen taels of silver, that’s all. Was it really worth getting this worked up?

Of course, he could understand how people at the bottom felt. For a Centurion like this, he probably hadn’t seen this much silver in his entire life.

This isn’t a joke; you could say it’s just like those wage earners in later generations—sure, they take home three to five thousand in salary every month.

Converted, that’s fifty to sixty thousand a year, and over ten years that’s five hundred thousand.

Over twenty years, that’s one point something million in income.

But go ahead and ask them: which one of them has actually seen a lump sum of a million in cash?

Even those who have worked their whole lives—when have they ever seen a real million all piled up in front of them?

They might well earn a million over a lifetime, but that absolutely doesn’t mean they’ve ever seen it.

This isn’t exaggeration; it’s the reality for most people.

It’s fair to say ninety percent of wage earners have never seen that kind of money.

Of course, you’d have to exclude those who work in banks; they don’t count. The amounts they handle every day aren’t small, and seeing a hundred thousand or a million is nothing to them.

Anyway, that’s getting a bit off track. Back to the scene at hand: staring at those few ingots of silver, the Centurion was so excited he didn’t know what to do.

His hands gripped the silver, and at the same time he was already about to hand the bamboo stick over to Steward Lu.

Right now he had completely forgotten about buying those few jars of liquor.

Come on—compared to this gleaming silver, the silver was obviously more enticing. Sure, the liquor was rumored to taste like freshly brewed nectar, but wasn’t this bright silver just as delightful? Didn’t looking at it feel just as good?

He’d already decided: when he got back tonight, he was definitely going to sleep hugging these ingots of silver, and he was going to have the best night’s sleep of his life.

Not only that, another thought was forming in his mind: starting tomorrow, no matter how busy he was, no matter how urgent official business got, he’d find time to come here and draw a bamboo stick.

He could see it now—so long as his luck held and he could draw a stick, he’d never be short of silver to spend again.

At the very least, his life would level up, far better than it was now. Even if he stopped being a Centurion, so what?

As long as he could occasionally draw a jar of liquor, that would be enough. Especially since, from the looks of it, this liquor lottery was open to everyone; even an ordinary commoner could participate.

Because of this, he was wildly excited, feeling as though he was seeing a wide open avenue ahead of him—a perfect shortcut to a better life.

Yet when Steward Lu saw what he was doing, he merely snorted coldly, didn’t even reach out for the bamboo stick, and turned to leave on the spot.

This scene left the Centurion dumbfounded. He couldn’t understand why the other man had that kind of expression. Weren’t these silver ingots meant to buy ten jars of liquor?

At this point he had long since forgotten what the Shopkeeper had said before. Right now he was only full of joy, thrilled over this windfall from the heavens.

He’d simply forgotten the Shopkeeper’s earlier words: tomorrow only he could come to claim the liquor with that bamboo stick.

Because of that, when Steward Lu heard him, he was so annoyed he just turned and walked off. He could tell this guy was just a small fry who’d suddenly stumbled into a fortune and for the moment had no idea what he was doing.

But Steward Lu himself said nothing; behind him, however, the household servant curled his lip in contempt and spoke up to explain:

"I’d advise you to keep that thing safe. If you can’t collect the liquor tomorrow, what’s waiting for you is nothing good.

Heh, to be frank, if something really happens to that thing tonight—if it really goes missing—not only will you not be able to keep those silver ingots, you likely won’t be able to keep your own body either.