Richest Man: Divine-Grade Reconstruct System Chapter 1312 - 1168-2

The Centurion entered the shop, saw the lottery barrel at the entrance, and without waiting for anyone to speak, walked forward and reached into the lottery barrel.

Then he fiddled with the contents inside.

What’s the use of fiddling? The words on the sign were written with a brush, and everyone knows it’s not like the mahjong tiles we play with, which are engraved and can be identified by touch by professionals.

These are words written on a wooden board with a brush, how can you feel them out?

The Centurion fiddled for half a day, and the Shopkeeper beside him said, "I say you’d best hurry up."

The Centurion smiled at the Shopkeeper, what’s the rush, I’m the first today, I have to be careful.

Then he craned his neck to look inside, but the opening was only big enough for one hand, no matter how he looked, he couldn’t see the inside.

The Centurion saw the Shopkeeper and the shop assistants watching him, realized it wasn’t good to delay any longer, so he gritted his teeth and pulled out a board from inside.

Without even looking, the Centurion handed the board to the Shopkeeper.

The Shopkeeper shook his head with a smile when he saw the Centurion’s action, then took the board, looked closely, and saw the character "二" on it, which meant two jars of wine.

This was the biggest prize of the day, didn’t expect this old fellow to be so lucky.

"I say you can open your eyes now, this is the biggest prize of the day, the rest are just one jar of wine," the Shopkeeper smiled as he handed the board to the Centurion.

Hearing the Shopkeeper’s words, the Centurion quickly opened his eyes and stared at the board in his hand, clearly marked with the character "二."

This, this, this..., could it be that praying to Buddha all night last night really worked?

The Centurion quickly made a gesture of clasping hands, bowing in all directions, and after finishing, he glanced at the Shopkeeper, seeing him staring, he awkwardly smiled.

"Quick, give me the prize," he said, holding the board and walking inward.

Meanwhile, the news that the Centurion won today’s top prize of two jars of wine spread among the crowd.

Everyone was both envious and jealous, but no one dared to claim collusion between the shop and the Centurion, because the shop’s fairness was evident to all.

Thus, the Centurion took the silver he had stolen from his brother last night to buy the wine.

Before he could even smell the wine’s fragrance, he saw Steward Lu’s assistant beckoning him over.

The Centurion quickly packed the two jars and walked over to the assistant.

"Where is Steward Lu?" the Centurion asked the assistant.

"Stop the nonsense, does our steward need to report his whereabouts to you? I’m asking if you’re selling the wine," the assistant said arrogantly.

The Centurion thought to himself, I’d like to keep it, but I don’t have that fate. Instead of enjoying it, I might as well trade it for some silver.

"Yes, of course I’m selling it, I agreed with Shopkeeper Lu yesterday," the Centurion replied with a nod.

"Then hurry up," the assistant said as he tried to snatch the wine from the Centurion.

"Don’t be hasty, if it falls to the ground, we’ll both end up in trouble." The Centurion said, carefully placing the wine jars on the ground.

"I agreed with Steward Lu yesterday, it’s still at the old price," the Centurion said to the assistant.

"Does our house owe you that bit of silver?" the assistant said, pulling a bag of silver from his sleeve and tossing it at the Centurion’s feet.

Then he picked up the wine and left.

"Really, not very considerate," the Centurion said, but he wasn’t really angry, after all, it was real silver. He quickly picked it up and put it in his sleeve.

Daring not to linger outside, the first thing he did was go home and exchange the silver he stole from his brother last night, saving what remained carefully.

Seeing it was still early, he thought of the article posted by the Shopkeeper, lay in bed pondering, could the article earn money?

Or maybe get me another jar of wine, even. I can’t just wait at home, I need to go check it out.

Saying this, he hurried back to the shop entrance.

There were still quite a few people drawing lots, but few paid attention to the article.

The Centurion observed the crowd’s reaction for a while, but indeed no one seemed interested in the article.

Yet the shop posted it, surely intending something with the article. No way he’s missing this opportunity.

Just then, a young boy stepped onto the platform, standing in front of the board.

The Centurion saw someone was ahead of him and quickly shrank back.

The boy looked elegant, reading the words on the board, "During Jin Taoyuan’s era, a Wuling man lived by fishing..."

The boy read the article in one breath, nodding repeatedly, "Not bad, not bad, indeed a rare fine article."

Just then the Shopkeeper came out, saw the boy on the platform.

Quickly approached, seeing the boy still reading, chose not to disturb, waiting a few more minutes.

Seeing the boy no longer muttering, only then did he inquire, "May I ask, how does the young one feel about this article?"

Only then did the boy notice the person next to him, seemingly startled.

After calming down, he spoke, "This article flows smoothly, indeed this world has a Peach Blossom Spring?"

The boy asked the Shopkeeper.

The Shopkeeper shook his head, "It’s just an article, such a utopia is our yearning for a wonderful life," the Shopkeeper relayed Bai Menghan’s words verbatim to the boy.

"But how could you write such an article, simple yet profound, it’s truly rare," the boy looked at the Shopkeeper incredulously.

Only then did the Shopkeeper see clearly the boy’s features, with remarkable brows, dressed not like a poor family.

"May I ask the young one’s esteemed name?" the Shopkeeper asked.

"I’m just a nobody, today heard your place has an article, so came to learn a little," the boy replied.

"Speaking of, I’m not the author of this article, my master wrote it, hoping to make friends through it. If you’d like to meet, I can help with the introduction," the Shopkeeper, recently trained by Bai Menghan, handled people better.

"Then I’ll trouble the Shopkeeper. Can I meet the author today?" the boy asked seriously.

"Well, today I need to arrange it, why not leave your name and address with me, and I’ll contact you when ready and have someone invite you," the Shopkeeper suggested.

"Rather disappointed not to meet today, but it’s fine. Please hurry with the arrangement," the boy said, following the Shopkeeper’s gesture inside.

The crowd below paid little attention to the boy, but the Centurion watched closely, saw the two enter the shop.

Quickly and stealthily followed.

The Shopkeeper personally helped the boy register, when suddenly musing the name matched this year’s Champion Scholar, "Qian Dengke," he once joked about that name.

After completing the registration, the Shopkeeper looked at the boy, asked, "May I ask, are you this year’s Champion Scholar?"

The boy shook his head, "All just empty names, even if winning, what of it, was replaced," he said, full of helplessness.

"What? Replaced?" the Shopkeeper was baffled.

"Don’t ask too much, knowing more won’t benefit you, just arrange my meeting with the author soon, I’m returning home soon," the boy said, starting to leave.

"Champion Scholar Qian, please stay. Such things happen in our Dayou country? Truly intolerable. Rest assured, I’ll talk to my master," the Shopkeeper said, looking indignant.

"They have deep backgrounds, not someone a little tavern can compete with, but thank you for your kindness," the boy said, grateful.

The Shopkeeper, seeing him, knew better than to say more, awaiting Empress’s decision after consultation.

Not dwelling further, seeing the boy ready to leave, he quickly said, "When I posted the article, I mentioned, any friends offering valuable advice will be generously rewarded."

(To be continued...)