Richest Man: Divine-Grade Reconstruct System Chapter 1311 - 1168

The Centurion was once again excited today, for if he won the lottery this morning, he could proceed with his transaction with Steward Lu, having silver to spend.

At the crack of dawn, the Centurion arrived at the hotel entrance to wait, brimming with confidence, feeling certain that luck would be on his side today.

Shortly after, the assistant began setting everything up, and people started lining up one by one.

Since the Centurion had arrived early, he secured the first spot in line. As soon as the assistant had everything set, the Centurion hastily urged the assistant to begin.

"Come on, assistant, hurry up! I came here very early today." The Centurion said while helping the assistant move the bench over.

"No need to trouble yourself. Just wait a few more minutes, and we’ll start. The shopkeeper has something to say today," replied the assistant with a smile.

"Oh? What’s the shopkeeper up to now?" asked the Centurion.

"It’s nothing major. Just wait for him to speak," replied the assistant.

This was a demonstration of quality, as everyone in the shop maintained a tight lip; a good team needs such rigorous discipline.

Within a short time, about two hundred people had gathered when the shopkeeper emerged. This hotel was a Royal Family establishment, essentially working for the royals. Recently, Bai Menghan had planned to start a school, naturally requiring capable teachers.

Today’s agenda for the shopkeeper was precisely this. Last night, Bai Menghan had prepared an ancient text of "The Peach Blossom Spring" and wanted to test this group.

The shopkeeper, holding Bai Menghan’s handwriting of "The Peach Blossom Spring," walked to the tabletop at the hotel entrance and motioned for the crowd to quiet down.

"Friends, today, our hotel has prepared an article by Lin Yi. Whoever can read the entire text fluently will have the opportunity to be invited inside. Do join us."

"Is this part of today’s lottery requirement?" someone from the crowd immediately asked.

"How come there are more and more requirements? They just don’t want us to win," echoed another person in the crowd.

"Indeed, indeed... really such a black-hearted owner..." more voices arose from the audience.

"I suggest everyone hold off until I’m done speaking. This article is unrelated to today’s lottery. To enter the lottery, one needs only to report their name and receive a number."

"I hope literature enthusiasts would take the time to read and give some feedback. As a token of our appreciation, we’ll naturally offer you unexpected rewards in return."

"What kind of reward, shopkeeper? Tell us about it," the crowd began to shout.

"Don’t trick us common folks..."

"If you wish to know what the reward is, you can certainly try it yourselves," the shopkeeper said as he pinned "The Peach Blossom Spring" onto the board.

"Come down, would you? Don’t hold up my lottery draw." The Centurion, having finally secured first place, could barely tolerate the shopkeeper’s rambling.

As soon as the shopkeeper completed his task, the Centurion instantly expressed his impatience.

"Alright, alright, I won’t take up any more of your time. Those interested in the article may come inside and converse with me." With that said, the shopkeeper hurriedly stepped down from the platform.

As soon as the shopkeeper stepped down, the Centurion couldn’t wait for the assistant to give him the question.

The assistant, with little words, recorded the Centurion’s name and number, then handed him a character.

As the first to participate in the lottery, the character chosen by the hotel wasn’t too challenging, indeed just a simple character—the character "許" meaning "allow" or "promise".

The Centurion took the slip handed over by the assistant and smiled. "Oh, this character is easy. Isn’t this the ’許’ of old Xu?"

Looking at the slip, wary of others hearing, the Centurion moved closer to the assistant and whispered, "It’s the character ’許’." After speaking, he had a face full of smugness.

The assistant nodded, saying, "Congratulations, Centurion, you’ve answered correctly. Please proceed inside for the lottery draw."

The Centurion, full of pride, glanced back at the people behind him with a demeanor suggesting his superiority.

Of course, many in line cast envious eyes his way.

The news of the Centurion answering correctly reached Shopkeeper Lu’s ears within minutes.

Today, Shopkeeper Lu needed to collect rent for his master from farmers, thus he stationed his apprentice by the hotel entrance to see if anyone would sell wine.

If so, they would directly buy it; hence, keeping these errand boys around ensured that word about the Centurion’s winning reached Steward Lu promptly.

"This old fellow indeed has a knack," Shopkeeper Lu remarked to the messenger.

"Indeed, the first one today. We’ll see how lucky he is." The subordinate echoed.

"No matter, if he wins, buy it from him nicely," Shopkeeper Lu sternly instructed his subordinate.

"Got it. The Centurion won’t even know we have him in mind so harshly."

"Understood. If he willingly sells, all is well," the subordinate murmured softly.

"Alright, head back. Once I finish collecting rent, I’ll return. Today I must hasten. Ensure if I’m not back, let those in line draw, don’t leave it vacant, in case the slot goes to waste, remember," Shopkeeper Lu repeatedly instructed his subordinate.

"Understood, understood, I’ll return then..." The subordinate said while glancing at Shopkeeper Lu.

Seeing Shopkeeper Lu nod, only then did the subordinate mount the horse to head back.