Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 1030 - 556 Chrysanthemum Organization’s Counterattack_2

Chapter 1030: Chapter 556 Chrysanthemum Organization’s Counterattack_2

"But recently, because of... because of the things we did in Japan, the oil tanker hasn’t come for a while, so there’s still quite a bit of oil stored here. The next step we need to find a stable buyer..."

"That’s not a problem," Sean Knight thought. Since last night, several domestic state-owned and private companies had given him phone calls.

They were all inquiring about the situation with his oil field.

It seemed that Craig Davis had already spread the word that he owned an oil field.

A qualified engineering team hadn’t been found yet, but buyers for the oil had already started queuing up.

So good oil didn’t have to worry about sales channels.

While listening to Elijah Hastings’s explanation, the group entered the living area.

Some saw the car coming and peeked out from the window.

Sean Knight said:

"Gather everyone here now; I have something to say."

Elijah Hastings immediately went to gather people.

Dozens of people came out from various buildings one after another. Judging by their attire, there were technicians and workers; judging by the color of their skin and facial features, there were locals, white people, and East Asians.

Elijah Hastings led the people to a shady spot as Sean Knight had instructed and reported back to him once everyone was assembled.

"Let me say a few words to you all—now, I am the new master of this oil field. There are documents to prove this." Sean Knight handed a copy of the document to the first technician in line, who hesitated before taking it.

Then, the document was passed around for others to see.

"So now, I formally take over this oil field and will soon start the extraction work. If anyone is unwilling to work for me, you can leave now.

Of course, if you wish to stay, we will sign a new contract..."

"What about the benefits the previous owner of the oil field promised us if we want to leave?" someone asked.

"Do you have evidence? Like a contract or agreement?" Sean Knight asked the person, "If you do, I will use the oil field’s current funds to ensure your benefits. If not, there’s nothing I can do; I can’t just take your word for it."

The person went silent.

"I want to leave," another person raised their hand.

"Go pack up your things. But remember, you cannot take anything that belongs to the oil field with you," Sean Knight said, "Anyone else want to leave?"

Gradually, sixteen or seventeen people stood out, planning to leave.

Two people looked uneasy, neither sure whether they were hesitating or thinking of something else.

"We welcome those of you who stay. However, I hope you’ll consider it carefully. If anyone stays to cause trouble, don’t blame us for being impolite. After all, I am here to make money from this oil field. Anyone who hampers my earnings is blocking my financial road..."

When Sean Knight spoke calmly, he had quite the air of a scholar, but when he became stern, the imposing aura that made people feel unable to resist was quite frightening.

Immediately, seven or eight more people raised their hands to leave.

These people, judging by their facial features, were East Asians—to be precise, Japanese.

After watching these people pack up and leave under Elijah Hastings’s supervision, Sean Knight concluded his speech.

"...Well then, everyone will have three days off to take care of personal matters. Three days later, come here to sign the new contract.

Don’t worry, the conditions in the new contract will only be better than before."

The crowd slowly dispersed, talking among themselves.

Sean Knight then turned and apologized to Aria Wilson:

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

"It’s alright, it was quite interesting to watch," Aria Wilson said with a smile, "I didn’t expect someone as quiet as you to be so assertive when speaking to so many people, showing no sign of nervousness; really impressive!"

Sean Knight didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, not expecting Aria Wilson to focus on that!

"Let’s go, let’s rest inside for a bit; it’s quite hot outside," Elijah Hastings called out, "There’s air conditioning inside."

This small country, situated in the hot zone and in the desert, had rather good social welfare, so air conditioning was an essential.

The space in the small building wasn’t large; Elijah Hastings led Sean Knight and the others to a relatively larger, more luxurious office.

"Boss, this was the office of the previous director," Elijah Hastings said, "Now it’s your office. Oh, and these are the documents of the oil field, including finance."

Sean Knight picked up the documents and was surprised to find that the oil field’s account still had quite a bit of money!

It was unclear whether it was there as working capital or if it hadn’t been transferred to the Chrysanthemum Organization headquarters for a certain period.

"Not bad at all, leaving us with quite a bit of operating funds, we’ll gladly accept that," Sean Knight said with a smile, "This director is quite generous."

"Indeed, he is," Elijah Hastings nodded.

Of course, he was generous. Under Elijah Hastings’s patient "persuasion and education", the oil field manager had transferred the account funds to the account provided by Elijah Hastings, which was certainly a "warm-hearted" act.

Since Aria Wilson was present, there were some things Elijah Hastings couldn’t report directly. Thankfully, the prepared documents covered everything.

The oil field manager had not only kept a substantial amount of money in the account but also had a personal treasury, including golden bars and cash.

But now, that money no longer belonged to him.

After briefly reviewing some documents, Sean Knight said:

"Domestic recruitment is ongoing, and it won’t be long before technicians, management staff, and workers will arrive. When they do, let’s properly develop this oil field..."