By evening, the time had come.
The bosses who had still been waiting at the Work General Office finally received the news they had been hoping for.
A red slip meant approval, and each slip represented one spot.
Some applicants had three or four slips tucked inside their returned application documents.
Others were out of luck. They had not received even one and had waited in vain all day.
"It's fine. When the next batch arrives, you'll draw first."
The staff member in charge of the lottery coughed lightly and hurriedly announced that the workday was over, avoiding the bosses' grumbling curses.
There was nothing they could do. Ensuring fairness was simply too difficult.
The lottery machine had been sent over from the Underground City, and the seal bearing the lord's official stamp still covered the rear hatch. They did not have the guts to manipulate the results even if they wanted to! Besides, some people really had been blessed with incredible luck, drawing winning slips several times in a row and nearly confusing the staff into a daze.
"Oh, I have three!"
Wu You opened his envelope and saw the three red slips inside.
He was so delighted that he almost jumped, instantly attracting quite a few hateful looks from the bosses.
Damn European! Bah! No wonder business at his weapon shop has been getting worse and worse. He used all his luck here.
Thinking of it that way made everyone else feel much better.
Wu You himself did not care. He hurriedly jogged toward the shop.
Inside the weapon shop.
The shop was almost ready to close, and Ma Lan was putting away the weapons that had been taken out for display during the day.
Unexpectedly, two old customers had come by today.
Each had bought five crossbow