Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 100: Keeping the Tang Sword for Now

Chapter 100: Chapter 100: Keeping the Tang Sword for Now

Sean Knight hadn’t expected Smith to be so excited, but since he was planning to sell the gold coins here, he didn’t hold back and said:

"I just got 150 of these gold coins, and if the price is right, I’ll consider selling them."

"150..." Smith thought for a moment and said:

"The most I can give is 2,250 dollars each. I can only offer that much - the quantity is too large, and I don’t have much funds to mobilize. Now there are quite a few Morgan gold coins in existence, so..."

"Okay, let’s settle for that price." Sean said, "I’ll go get the goods, wait a moment."

Sean had the gold coins stored in a paper box, and he carried it into the counter, going back to the room again.

When the coins were poured onto the table, Smith couldn’t help but be excited for a while, even though he was mentally prepared!

Unlike Sean’s casual counting, Smith checked and appraised each coin, and finally looked up at Sean and said:

"Sean, you’re really lucky! Among these 150 gold coins, there’s a very valuable misprint coin, and the rest are regular Morgan gold coins."

"How much is the misprint coin worth?" Sean nodded and spoke with a normal expression.

Actually, he hadn’t noticed the misprint before, as he wasn’t a professional.

However, Smith saw Sean’s calm expression and secretly thought it was luck at play. Indeed, this was a trap set by Sean! Looking at his calm expression, it was clear he knew there was a misprint coin!

Fortunately, Smith was honest and didn’t hide the misprint coin’s information, otherwise he might lose this big customer!

This deal alone would make him tens of thousands of dollars!

"There was a similar one auctioned off." Smith said while flipping the coin in his hand: "Last year, the auction price was twelve thousand dollars."

Sean was a bit disappointed, as it turned out, the price of the misprint coin wasn’t much higher!

"Alright, let’s do it as you said." Sean’s research showed that the fluctuating price was around 2,000 to 2,400 dollars, so Smith’s offer of 2,250 dollars was reasonable.

Finally, Sean left the firm with 348,000 dollars - the misprint coin was given for 12,250 dollars to round it off.

As for the record player, it was left at the firm.

After all this trouble, the sky had darkened. Sean went to Jason’s home for dinner and then went back to rest.

As usual, he read a book at night - Sean found that learning more about the customs of the Beautiful Country was really helpful for the treasure hunt he was about to embark on.

At midnight, Sean was woken up by a sharp ringing.

Seeing the number on the mobile phone, Sean cursed and answered the call.

It was Howard Richardson’s call. This was truly instant karma!

"Older brother, my Uncle Melvin Richardson wants to buy your broken sword. He might come over to take a look."

Howard Richardson knew that it was nighttime on Sean’s side, so he went straight to the point.

"How much can your Uncle offer?" Sean asked. "When he buys it, he won’t let the sword be circulated again, right?"

"What do you mean by ’circulated again’?"

"I just want to ask, is there any chance of your uncle selling this sword abroad again?"

"No way!" Howard Richardson hurriedly said. "My uncle hasn’t sold any of the things he’s collected since ten years ago! If it weren’t for the fact that foreigners are speculating on our country’s cultural relics, my uncle would still be thinking of buying some cultural relics back from abroad!"

Sean had heard of the speculation on cultural relics abroad.

After all, there are at least 6 million Chinese cultural relics in museums of various sizes abroad.

Moreover, even domestically, they are considered second-level protected cultural relics.

International speculators now see the domestic economy rising and more and more people spending money, so they deliberately unite and start speculating on Chinese cultural relics, pushing prices up.

Some people do it out of patriotism, and some for fame, spending huge sums of money to buy these things back.

But is it worth it?

Everyone has their own opinion, right?

Perhaps some people laugh behind the scenes, treating some people as prey.

After all, 6 million cultural relics - just like the Yuan Blue and White porcelain, each worth several hundred million - how many people can be taken advantage of?

It’s better to be rational.

"As long as it doesn’t sell, that’s fine. But if it’s really going to be sold to your uncle, there will be a signed contract at that time." Sean didn’t forget to remind him.

Although he knew that this kind of thing was only useful against gentlemen, not rogues, it was still necessary to remind them.

"No problem." Howard Richardson knew this was understandable.

"Then I’ll be waiting for your uncle to come." Sean agreed and asked, "Will you be coming too?"

"Sure!" Howard Richardson laughed, "I haven’t experienced the prosperity of the capitalist world yet. It’s been so long since I graduated, and I haven’t met you much. Now that there’s finally a chance to have a big meal, how can I let it pass?"

Sean smiled, as the pure friendship between classmates was always wonderful.

"By the way, since you promised me, don’t let other people see it recently." Howard Richardson suddenly remembered, "My uncle is afraid that others will snatch it away. I can’t go back on my words."

"Don’t worry!" Sean promised, "I said, this thing will only stay in the domestic market. Although some people are in contact with me now, they mainly want to buy the sword and display it in a private museum abroad, but I don’t have that idea."

"That’s good," Howard Richardson said satisfied, "I’ll see you then."

After hanging up the phone, Sean couldn’t fall back asleep.

He simply picked up Joseph’s diary and started studying it.

The suspected World War II German military officer who escaped was named Brad Taylor, obviously a fake name.

The locations of his manor and the mountain mine were detailed in the notebook.

Looking closely at the diary, Sean had reason to suspect that Joseph didn’t record the details out of mere curiosity - he seemed to be carrying out some kind of plan.

Sean planned to go to these two places to inquire and have a look tomorrow when he got up.

Maybe he could find something!

After all, the things plundered by those guys during World War II were too numerous, and their value was truly incalculable!

Once he determined his plan, Sean fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up again, it was still the phone that woke him up.

"Hello, is this Mr. Sean Knight?" The other party spoke in a slightly deformed Mandarin.

"I’m Sean Knight, who are you?" Sean woke up.

"Mr. Knight, hello!" The other party immediately laughed and said, "My last name is Languard, you can just call me Mr. Languard. I’m calling mainly because I heard that you have a Tang Sword in your possession... "

Sean saw that the number was local to New York, so he asked:

"Mr. Languard, I suppose you got the news from Mr. Roberts. Didn’t he tell you? I’m not selling the Tang Sword for now."

"Not for sale?" Mr. Languard was obviously surprised, "Mr. Knight, the price is not a problem! As long as it’s genuine..."

"Mr. Languard, do you live in New York?"

"Yes." Mr. Languard didn’t expect Sean to ask about his family, so he honestly said, "I came here to invest 20 years ago, and then I got my citizenship..."

"I’m sorry, but I really won’t sell."

Mr. Languard wanted to ask more, but Sean had already hung up on the other end.