Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 1044 - 561 This time the real Wolf Clan has come

Chapter 1044: Chapter 561 This time the real Wolf Clan has come

Mobile board rooms had been erected around the edge of the courtyard, with the security personnel in camouflage uniforms setting up black sunshades on their roofs.

These things were cheap and could block the sunshine in such a place. The climate here was similar to the deserts in the southern part of Xinjiang, intensely hot wherever the sun shone, yet it became much cooler in the shade as long as the air circulated well.

In the countryside of Xinjiang, it was common practice to do this. Those with grape trellises in the courtyard didn’t need to bother, but for the ones whose grapevines hadn’t grown out yet, sunshades were usually set up.

Once they finished with the sunshades, the team members started to collect their weapons.

"Boss, aren’t they going to need some time to get used to these weapons?" Elijah Hastings looked at the American weapons and suggested to Sean Knight.

"Don’t worry," Sean Knight said, laughing, "The security company has reported it locally. Once they get their guns, they’ll set up a shooting range right here and practice first. As for stuff like rockets, they’ll just have to familiarize themselves with the technical performance first."

Aria Wilson left that day—originally, she hadn’t planned on taking the treasure with her, but after Sean Knight repeatedly persuaded her, she took the gold products back to the capital city.

With Aria Wilson gone, Sean Knight found it much easier to get things done. The team members had their own leaders and even came with their cooking class.

Sean Knight planned to adjust the security personnel into position before the technicians of the Oil Field returned so that everything would be set to operate normally when the Oil Field started production.

The satellite phone rang, and Sean Knight saw that it was Craig Davis’s number.

"Old Craig, what’s up? Did you remember to give me a call? Did something come up about recruiting technicians?"

"Not at all," Craig Davis shook his head and said, "Did you offend someone named Zackery Guthrie?"

"Zackery Guthrie?" Sean Knight recalled the ostensibly upright middle-aged man and replied, "Not really. He’s a bit of an idiot. He thought he could buy my Oil Field with 300 million yuan, and I sent him packing..."

"Understood. He does have some influence in your prefecture-level city and was trying to stir up trouble. But he didn’t count on the fact that your family in Xinjiang is under special protection, and he was reminded of that just as he was getting started.

There’s no way he could do anything openly, it’s just that I worry he might resort to some underhanded tactics—even though he’s been warned, you know how some people’s minds don’t work like everyone else’s."

"Got it, old Craig, thanks a lot!" Sean Knight couldn’t believe that Zackery Guthrie, who appeared so upright, could actually engage in such actions!

He continued to ask, "Do you know which units this Ocean Company mainly does business with?"

"With the two oil giants. Mainly just doing some business trailing behind the two oil giants," Craig Davis indeed knew about this person, "Apparently, he’s got some influence. Do you want me to have someone talk it over for you?"

"No need, no need," Sean Knight responded, "I was just asking. Since he can’t succeed in his scheme, there’s no need to bother with him anymore. We won’t fear him behind the scenes if he can’t do anything openly."

After hanging up, Sean Knight’s expression turned grim.

Someone really did see him as an easy target!

"Boss, do we need to take a trip back home?" Elijah Hastings, who had overheard the phone conversation, didn’t need to hear much to discern that Zackery Guthrie was causing trouble.

"Not for now. Taking direct action against them would give them the upper hand, and we’d rather not resort to that unless we absolutely have to."

After thinking it over, Sean Knight pulled out his mobile phone and called Mr. Mitchell:

"Mr. Mitchell, may I ask if you know anyone with the oil giants in Xinjiang?"

"Of course. You mean Mr. Gavin," Mr. Mitchell answered Sean Knight’s call, somewhat bemused, "Mr. Knight, do you need something? Let’s hear it, and I’ll see if I can help."

He didn’t make any promises, nor could he.

"Mr. Mitchell, I’ll get straight to the point. A few days ago, Zackery Guthrie from Ocean Energy Company came over to buy my Oil Field with 300 million..."

"300 million? Has he lost his mind? Even 300 million dollars wouldn’t make sense!" Mr. Mitchell understood immediately, "What’s up? Did he put pressure on your family there?"

"He tried, but he was stopped," Sean Knight said, "I’m not planning on selling the Oil Field. However, if you guys are buying oil, I can give you a discount—50 below market price per ton.

The condition is, you cut off Ocean Company’s supply—I hear Ocean Energy Company supplies to your two oil giants."

"That can’t be possible, right?" Mr. Mitchell was surprised, "How could our two oil giants be supplying anyone else... I need to check on this. Mr. Knight, wait for my news, alright!"

With that, Mr. Mitchell hung up the phone.

This issue could be big or small. But Sean Knight had offered a very tempting discount, and the price was genuinely alluring!

Moreover, it was highly possible that Ocean Energy Company had some illicit private transaction with the two oil giants—after all, Sean Knight wouldn’t bring this energy company up if they were supplying the two oil giants. That meant something.

Mr. Mitchell and Mr. Gavin from Xinjiang were old friends who joined the oil giants together. Mr. Mitchell felt that this kind of scheme didn’t match Mr. Gavin’s style, so he thought it best to give Mr. Gavin a heads-up with a call first.

"What? Someone under me is privately supplying oil to private enterprises?" Mr. Gavin, who received the call, was totally confused, "Which company? Damn it, these scoundrels are completely lawless; they’re really trying to land me in hot water!"

"Old Gavin, are you planning to retire and not minding the store anymore? This kind of rumor is already doing the rounds outside, and you don’t know?" Mr. Mitchell teased, "Keep your eyes on the ball. Sometimes you still need to get out there and check things out!"