Richest Man: Divine-Grade Reconstruct System Chapter 1308 - 1166: Name, Number!_2

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"No, no, you’ve misunderstood. Steward Lu, it’s like this: exchanging for wine requires silver, you see, this silver,,"

At this point, his voice involuntarily lowered a few notches, and he even seemed afraid to speak further. Clearly, he was scared to admit to the other party that he had squandered all the one hundred taels of silver.

True enough, upon hearing this, Steward Lu gave him an exasperated look and said in an unfriendly tone:

"Silver, what silver? Didn’t I already send someone to give you the silver?"

"No, no, not that silver, not that silver, it’s the silver for buying wine."

Hearing this, Steward Lu impatiently waved his hand:

"Do you think I’m short of your silver? Just front it for now, I’ll settle it with you later."

Indeed, Steward Lu didn’t think much about it; he surely wouldn’t short this guy a few taels of silver, especially since he had already given him a hundred taels. Would he go back on fifty taels?

But seeing the man’s demeanor, as if afraid that he wouldn’t get paid, annoyed Steward Lu nevertheless.

He looked at him with nothing but disdain.

"Actually, please don’t misunderstand, I’m really not afraid you won’t pay me, it’s just, really, I forgot to bring the purse with the money today, you see, I really don’t have any on me, if I did, I definitely wouldn’t be asking you right now."

As he spoke more passionately, the man even opened his shirt to prove he wasn’t hiding any silver inside, which made the other party frown and impatiently wave his hand:

"Alright, get lost, get lost. Go with him, pay directly when the time comes."

As he spoke, he waved to a Household Servant nearby, and immediately someone followed to collect the wine. And everything went smoothly; as the fellow reached the shop, he soon obtained the lottery stick for the stone ponds. Of course, those nine of ten ponds he didn’t even touch as they were directly carried off by the Household Servants, since the other party had paid. At this point, the transaction was completed, and after obtaining the wine, Steward Lu didn’t glance at the man again, heading straight to the lottery area.

Perhaps due to the rules here, where remembering characters was necessary for the lottery, the previously dense queue thinned out. There was only a short line at the lottery area, as not many could read, including the Household Servants brought by the stewards. Originally, Steward Lu had brought forty to fifty people yesterday, but today only two could join him in the lottery, the rest being illiterate, it’s impossible for them to participate.

Other mansion stewards had similar situations; while the stewards had some education, their subordinates weren’t so lucky, many couldn’t read at all, hence the team of two hundred people yesterday shrunk to just over ten people for the lottery.

But let’s not talk about their lottery activities, and focus on the Centurion over there who completed the transaction and watched helplessly as the ten jars of wine were taken away.

He couldn’t help but swallow a gulp, it would be a lie to say he wasn’t tempted; this wine was like nectar, and if he could have a sip, wouldn’t it be wonderful?

However, remembering he’d squandered the hundred taels of silver, his heart ached as if bleeding, and he quickly snapped out of it, tearing his gaze away from the wine jars, ignoring the situation, running straight to the lottery place. He realized if he wanted to taste the wine, he had to get a lottery ticket, otherwise, it was all in vain.

Thus, he quickly arrived at the lottery area, but when he saw Steward Lu at the front of the line, his heart couldn’t help but skip.

His foot stopped instinctively, and he dared not step forward for a while.

Now that their transaction had concluded, he was of no use to Steward Lu anymore.

For this reason, he genuinely feared being beaten by Steward Lu if he approached.

Thus, he stood there, hesitant to proceed.

He wanted to step forward but feared getting beaten; he wanted to retreat, but the lure of the wine was great.

However, he then thought, why should he be afraid? This is outside the wine shop; surely, they wouldn’t do anything too excessive, and besides, he had a chance for the lottery. If he did get beaten, he certainly wouldn’t sell wine to them afterward, and would work with others. With this thought, he gained confidence and walked toward the lottery place, thinking surely Steward Lu wouldn’t lack common sense, especially if he wanted more wine, he’d probably not inconvenience him.

And as he assumed, when Steward Lu saw him coming, he didn’t even glance at him, just looked ahead. The Household Servants did the same.

This surprisingly relieved the Centurion, allowing him to relax, as long as they ignored him, it was all good.

But soon, he realized something was off, why were there so few people in line here?

There were only around fifty or sixty people in total, that seemed abnormal.

As he moved forward, getting closer to the front, he realized that everyone in line was being asked a question.

They were only allowed to draw once they answered correctly; though he couldn’t hear the question due to distance, seeing everyone easily answering calmed him. Perhaps they’re just asking something trivial.

However, he didn’t hold that thought for long. Just a few people ahead now, he could see and hear clearly. The person at the front gave their name and number, then took a brush and wrote on the desk, later saying aloud what the character read.

Once confirmed, they were allowed a lottery chance.

This left him dumbfounded, questioning his sight as everyone followed the same pattern, same action.

Why hadn’t he heard of this requirement?

Still hesitating, the queue reached him.

Seeing he hadn’t spoken for a long while, a servant-like person in front asked with knitted brows:

"Name, number."

[To be continued....]