Richest Man: Divine-Grade Reconstruct System Chapter 1299 - 1162: Long-Term Planning

Today’s events have far exceeded the expectations of our little shop, but since everyone is here, you’re honoring us with your presence.

"Stop dawdling, it’s already been delayed for half a day, let’s start quickly," someone shouted from the queue.

"Alright, alright, everyone please calm down, calm down," the Shopkeeper waved his hand, signaling everyone to quiet down.

"Before we draw lots, let’s play a warm-up game," the Shopkeeper hadn’t even finished speaking when the crowd started getting noisy again.

"What game? Hurry up," someone in the queue shouted.

"Everyone, don’t be impatient, hear me out," the Shopkeeper urgently interjected, thinking to himself, "I know we should start quickly, but I can’t start yet, start my ass." But on the surface, he kept smiling, looking at everyone.

"Everyone here can participate. The game has three levels, and those who answer all three correctly will qualify to draw lots..."

But the few people who were about to draw lots immediately expressed their displeasure, "It’s taken us so long to get to the front, and now you’re pulling something like this,"

"Ladies and gentlemen, please don’t be in a hurry, let me explain. You can line up to draw lots directly too, but with so many people, there’s no guarantee when it’ll be your turn. However, those who participate in the game will each receive a sample of our drink for tasting. If everyone agrees, I’ll have my staff prepare it immediately," the Shopkeeper said.

Immediately, those at the back of the queue began to actively respond, "I agree, I agree with the Shopkeeper, agree..."

The few people in front saw that most behind agreed, and considering that drawing lots wouldn’t necessarily result in a win anyway, but participating in the game would get them a beverage sample, which seemed nice, they looked at each other, and then nodded together, "We’ll join too."

The Shopkeeper was waiting for this few to express their stance, and when he heard them agree to participate,

He immediately put on a broad smile, "Alright everyone, I’ll have my staff prepare right away,"

The Shopkeeper whispered something to the assistant at the back, who nodded and went back into the store. After instructing everything, the Shopkeeper stepped onto the stage, looked at the crowd, cleared his throat, and said,

"Look here, everyone look here, I’m asking everyone to quiet down, look here," There were so many people in the queue that the Shopkeeper had to shout several times to get everyone to finally settle down.

Everyone’s eyes were fixed on the Shopkeeper, "Okay, now that everyone is quiet, I’ll start with the first game, which is a riddle, similar to the lantern riddles we play at New Year. The hourglass will serve as the timer.

When all the sand is at the bottom, anyone who knows the answer can raise their hand to signal me. I’ll call on you, and you can come up to me and whisper the answer. Those who get it right will form a new team for the second game. Those who don’t can pick up the drink sample or leave, or continue to watch others play."

Does everyone understand the rules? Understood, good, that’s much better, the Shopkeeper wasted no time and immediately wrote the first question on the board, "Seven or eight brothers sitting around a pillar," After the Shopkeeper finished writing, small groups in the queue began discussing, and the Shopkeeper reminded everyone to answer on their own to avoid being disqualified for cheating, urging everyone to follow the rules.

We have staff maintaining order on the side; if we catch anyone exchanging answers privately, you’ll be disqualified instantly and won’t even get the drink sample," as soon as the Shopkeeper said this, the queue became quiet enough that you could hear a pin drop.

As the sand trickled down, someone in the crowd raised their hand, the Shopkeeper saw them immediately, "Alright, we have our first friend with an answer, please come over to me," following the Shopkeeper’s gesture, everyone looked towards the queue.

A scholar with a fair face stepped forward, shook his clothes a bit, and quickly walked up to the Shopkeeper; the riddle was something anyone who cooked regularly would know.

Even children probably know it, but in this era of rampant male chauvinism, these liquor-buyers might not really know the answer. Anyway, the white-clad scholar leaned in and whispered his answer to the Shopkeeper.

Everyone watched the Shopkeeper’s expression, and as the Shopkeeper listened to the scholar, he nodded repeatedly and gave a thumbs up.

Then he shouted to the queue, "Congratulations to this scholar for correctly answering the question first, testifying to his wide-ranging knowledge and talent."

With the Shopkeeper’s flowery praise, the scholar proudly lifted his head and formed a new team, and seeing this, others raised their hands as well, regardless of whether they knew the answer, and suddenly the Shopkeeper found himself overwhelmed.

He quickly called in more assistants, who started recording answers, and as time passed, after the first question, only less than half remained in the queue, which was quite a wipeout.

One question eliminated so many people, the assistants gave the Shopkeeper a thumbs up, quietly praising, "Our Shopkeeper is the best, always coming up with such great ideas, this cleared up quite a few people, leaving fewer than eight hundred to pass the first round," the Shopkeeper finished handing out samples, stood proudly with the new team, cleared his somewhat hoarse throat again.