At this moment, this fellow was clearly terrified enough. When he stepped forward, his whole body was trembling, and he was even a bit afraid to go and draw a bamboo slip from the barrel. After all, the 20 people before him didn't draw anything.
Precisely because of this, he knew that if he failed to draw again this time, the steward would undoubtedly explode, and he would certainly not have any good consequences.
Although his heart was extremely anxious at this moment, he had no choice but to muster his courage and step forward to draw lots, and then...
When his fingers touched the bamboo slip, he hesitated again, and then threw the slip he had grabbed back into the barrel and picked up another one.
This time, the steward had clearly run out of patience, completely ignoring the fellow, waiting for the moment his hand took the slip out, and then snatched it away directly, glaring angrily and coldly uttering the word "leave."
