Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 1014 - 550 The Wall Corner Can’t Be Dug_2

Chapter 1014: Chapter 550 The Wall Corner Can’t Be Dug_2

"That’s good. If you have companions, also pass the word to them. Currently, because of my colleague and me, people here are quite friendly to the Chinese. We naturally welcome business, just don’t tarnish our image."

Otherwise, the tribal residents here don’t abide by the law. If anything goes wrong, I can’t do much about it."

Oscar Hudson readily agreed. With Sean Knight’s assurance, he could now conduct business here.

Sean Knight also spoke with the nearby elders via satellite phone, stating that if traders from China come, they could trade and exchange supplies with the tribal residents.

The base here will gradually eliminate these scattered trades and focus on bulk goods trading.

The Tribal Elder originally intended to do Sean Knight a favor, after all, since the tribe now had electricity, advanced transportation, and living standards had soared—all thanks to Sean Knight.

Since Sean Knight didn’t mind, they naturally welcomed this development.

Sean Knight also made it clear that if there were any issues with the traded goods, he could send someone to mediate and resolve them.

The message was clear—focus on the major while overlooking the minor, but maintain control of the situation.

In fact, even before Oscar Hudson’s arrival, some had already attempted to undermine Sean Knight and do business with the tribe.

Moreover, the backgrounds of these newcomers were significant. Without boasting of having unlimited power, at least they were quite influential in government and market circles.

However, their tactics were ineffective with the Tribal Elders, who outright rejected them, and like Oscar Hudson, they were sent to Sean Knight.

Martin King, who had been petrified by the black muzzles of the guns to the point of nearly wetting his pants, suddenly calmed down upon seeing Sean Knight.

"You’re Sean Knight? You’re the one controlling all the goods trading in this area? Let me tell you, this won’t work. Even if you’ve bribed all these elders, if someone in the domestic market wanted to trip you up, it’d be all too easy..."

Martin King was worldly, and this time he brought some entourage, intending to make a name for himself and establish his own enterprise in this desolate place.

He knew someone had already entered the area and, through sheer dumb luck, traded with the locals for some equipment left behind by the Americans, making a small fortune.

What’s that compared to what he could achieve?

If he came here and established good relations with the locals, securing one or two veins, wouldn’t his life immediately change for the better?

Of course, now it seemed he had been too naive.

However, seeing that the tribal warriors hadn’t harmed him or his guard, Martin King grew hopeful again.

Worst case, he could share a piece of the pie with this Mr. Zhu and then kick him out once he’d firmly established himself here.

Martin King was confident in his abilities. After all, how worldly could the people in such a barren place be?

And this Mr. Zhu, he had never heard of him in his circles; he must be one of those who had stumbled into good fortune.

How could he possibly compete with the resources and background behind himself?

Sean Knight didn’t like this man’s tone or demeanor and had no intention of talking with him, so he sent Martin King and his guards away from the base.

Where Martin King wanted to go after that was none of Sean Knight’s concern.

Out of kinship, the fact that Sean Knight didn’t let the tribal residents kick a man when he was down was an act of mercy.

After Martin King left, Sean Knight welcomed a new batch of workers sent by the Xinjiang Group Overseas Branch.

Once the hundred-plus kilometers of road were completed, the tribe’s development surged forward, accelerating trade and production activities. The number of electric tricycles on the road increased as well.

Subsequently, Elder Hassan expressed a hope that the construction company could help demolish the tribe’s mud huts and build fully bricked or brick-faced homes.

Sean Knight had thought that assigning such work to the construction workers was an overkill—they probably wouldn’t bother with it.

But to his surprise, they weren’t picky at all. The person in charge replied to Sean Knight with a smile:

"Our leader told us when we came here. Any job here, no matter how big or small, as long as there’s work to do, we’ll do it. We will complete everything to a high standard!"

Mr. Knight, rest assured, we have looked into it as well. In the beginning, when our predecessors started construction aid in Blackfin, the situation was pretty much the same. Start small, build a good reputation, and then the bigger projects will naturally follow."

Sean Knight thought this mindset was indeed good.

What comforted Sean was that within a few days, Elijah and his team had returned.

Watching Douglas Cooper bouncing around and performing a backflip at the airport for Sean, he really felt relieved.

Back at the base, in Sean’s room, after Elijah delivered a report on the follow-up matters, he took out a stack of documents.

"Boss, these are some of the projects they are working on overseas. They’ve been encrypted, so it will take some time to decode them."

"Should we get an expert to decode them?" Sean asked with interest, "so we can see sooner what’s in them?"

"No need," Elijah shook his head, "when we raided that stronghold, we captured a prisoner. We got some information from him at that time. Now, we just need some time to analyze it, and we should be able to figure it out."

"Alright, then decode it here at ease, and let me know if you need anything."

Sean didn’t stay long, as there were many things outside waiting for him to handle.

Especially since the base had gained a significant reputation, there were many from all directions wanting to come here to trade, exchange items, or take advantage of the momentum to develop themselves—not a few at all!

Even the Americans from Kabul sent an observation group to check out the trading situation here.

This made Sean more cautious but he knew that since he had already reached this point, there was no way to back down.

Given the investment he had made here, he couldn’t possibly back down.

Fortunately, the Americans were not there to cause trouble, they primarily wanted to see what he had been doing here.

After seeing that the nearby villages had electricity, household appliances, and newly-built roads, and were driving three-wheel electric vehicles, the observation group had nothing but praise.

Moreover, the tribal elders nearby had a lot of good things to say about Sean, which made the American observation group very satisfied.

After all, Sean’s presence in the base was agreed upon by the neighboring tribes.

Once he showed the paper signed by the tribal representatives, the Americans essentially acknowledged the legitimacy of his base.

After all, Afghanistan is a unique country whose ruling by the Americans themselves relies on the support of various tribes.

Now that the nearby tribes had agreed, they naturally had no objections.

Moreover, being able to connect with Sean in this way and clearly feeling the official endorsement and covert support behind Sean’s actions made the Americans happy to see it succeed.

The last time, the one hundred tons of pine nuts officially given by the Americans were experimental in nature, and they could feel the goodwill of the Chinese people.

The Americans were not war-crazy organizations that looked for trouble and waged wars for no reason; they also wanted the residents to have a high quality of life.

Now with foreign powers intervening, and coming under the guise of mutual benefit and actually working towards it, they were very pleased.

Once the American observation group left, people from even more distant tribes started coming over in droves. Some came to exchange supplies, some hoped Sean would invest in them, and many, like the nearby tribes, hoped to exchange their tribe’s resources for living supplies, power generation equipment, and road construction.

With that, the supplies received by Sean’s base expanded significantly.

Afghanistan is a country primarily based on agriculture and animal husbandry, and the tribal residents do not eat the animal innards.

In the past, many took risks to smuggle animal innards, such as cow and sheep stomachs, through human or car transport, as it was a business without investment.

Here they collect it for almost no cost, but when sold to China, the price is not cheap at all.

Sean’s base received herds of cattle and sheep from the tribes, hoping to exchange for power equipment and road construction opportunities.

Sean felt that he might have tied himself up a bit in this endeavor.

Fortunately, at that time, Elijah came looking for him.

They had translated the first one—The Chrysanthemum Organization’s overseas secret investment base!