Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 1046 - 561 This Time the Wolf Clan Has Truly Come_3

Chapter 1046: Chapter 561 This Time the Wolf Clan Has Truly Come_3

Lost the fatty meat, and might even be dragged to death here!

However, Elijah Hastings believed that as long as they were well-prepared and the current batch of security personnel was well-armed, they could definitely protect the oil well and even make a name for themselves.

Two days later, Sean Knight met with Craig Davis.

"Sean, you’ve got some serious skills!" Craig Davis said with a laugh as soon as he got out of the car, "Guthrie’s company has been investigated, and he’s been locked up. I never expected you to pull off something this big behind the scenes!"

Sean was somewhat surprised. After making the phone call to Mr. Mitchell, he had been waiting for a reply, but hadn’t received a call back yet, and he hardly knew about this incident.

"Craig, would you believe me if I said I didn’t know about this?"

"Believe you? Not a chance," Craig Davis said, laughing as they walked towards the courtyard together:

"How could this be such a coincidence? I just mentioned it to you, and the next day, some of the subsidiaries of the two oil companies were investigated, and that Mr. Guthrie fell.

But that’s how it should be! Business should be conducted on the business field! Underhandedly targeting someone’s home, that’s breaking the rules! Now, most of the people who know about this are saying that Mr. Guthrie got what he deserved!"

Craig Davis came for the infrastructure development.

In theory, after his promotion, there was no need for him to come personally.

But he still volunteered to lead the team because he had discussed the matter with Sean and wanted to ensure everything concluded smoothly.

As for Sean’s network and power, Craig was starting to realize that there was more than he could grasp.

However, he was glad that Sean was someone who valued past relationships. Upon acquiring the oil field, Sean had called him and offered a big project—building an airport, the oil field’s affiliated facilities, and so forth.

Thanks to Sean’s influence, the Xinjiang Overseas Branch had become a dark horse among construction companies these last two years, repeatedly landing big international deals that were safe and profitable to work on.

This had brought prestige to their superiors and made Craig Davis exceptionally happy.

"I’m counting on you this time," Sean said as he ushered Craig Davis into the office in the courtyard:

"Look, I’m planning to increase the number of oil wells here, hire more workers. Although there’s no need for a petrochemical plant, I do want to try some basic refining.

This courtyard, at best, can only count as a basic oil operation, earning some hard labor money. So now, we need your help..."

"It’s not about asking for help, you’re bringing us projects and money!" Craig Davis joked, "But I have to say, your oil field is really impressive! Even the provincial governor is paying attention now. The quality of the oil is good, and the reserves are large. The amount of oil you dig up every day, that’s a lot of money!"

"It’s not about the money," Sean said with a smile, "I got this unexpectedly. Since I’ve obtained it, I might as well develop it, right? Like with the coal mine, I would have sold it right away if there had been a buyer. But this oil field, I’m somewhat reluctant to let go."

"Of course, I wouldn’t want to either," said Craig, speaking from the heart. Who would want to sell the goose that lays golden eggs?

Experts from the Xinjiang Design Institute also came with Craig Davis. They were responsible for surveying and measuring nearby areas to determine the location and design of the airport and the new courtyard.

After all, there are many deserts in southern Xinjiang, including oil fields, and they are quite familiar with this kind of design work.

After settling Craig Davis and his team, the surveying experts summoned by Aria Wilson finally completed the basic measurement work of the oil field reserves and came to report their findings to Sean.

"Eight hundred million tons of geological reserves? Four point seven hundred million tons of recoverable reserves?"

Upon seeing these figures, Sean was slightly disappointed but then thought it was acceptable.

It was so much more than the original reserves of the oil field, what was there to be unsatisfied about?

Moreover, this oil field was practically obtained for nothing. Even though he would certainly have to pay some fees to the kingdom later, he would earn much more, right?

What else was there to be unsatisfied about?

After sending off the experts, Sean sank back into busyness.

It was only then that Mr. Mitchell graciously made his late phone call.

"What? You owe me one? No need, Mr. Mitchell. Don’t mention it. We’re both coming out ahead." Listening to Mr. Mitchell and combining that with what Craig Davis had said earlier, Sean nearly figured out the whole process of events.

Overall, Mr. Guthrie was now tied up with charges of tax evasion, bribery, and illegal fundraising, and wouldn’t be able to get out for a while.

Although Mr. Mitchell from the two oil companies in Xinjiang had been disciplined because of this, he had been praised internally—at least after discovering the issue, he didn’t indulge the guilty and had the courage to be open about and solve the problem.

"By the way, Mr. Mitchell, we’ve got our reserves figure already. It’s about four hundred million tons recoverable, so I’m not planning to sell the oil field. If you want crude oil, then come and get it. I’m planning to start operations soon."

Although Mr. Mitchell expressed his regret, it was within reason.

After all, such a big piece of the pie, who would be willing to give it up?

Having taken care of these matters one by one, Sean started thinking somewhat self-mockingly:

I’m supposed to be a full-time Treasure Hunter. When did I start turning into a farmer?

But then, considering the output of this oil field, ultimately amounting to earnings in the hundred billions, isn’t that much more than what one or two treasure hunts could bring in?

Even if Solomon’s Treasure was unearthed, it probably wouldn’t be worth a fraction of this, right?

As he mulled this over, the newly assigned security personnel guarding the gate phoned in.

People from internationally renowned energy corporations had come to visit.

Sean let out a sigh of relief upon hearing the news—finally, the wolves were arriving.

But which wolf, or wolves, was it?

Their sense of smell wasn’t exactly very sharp.

But then that was understandable, considering the current international situation, where everyone’s attention was on the war and reaping the spoils of war.

Who would have thought that such a large oil field could appear in this tiny kingdom?

And more importantly, the owner of this oil field turned out to be a Chinese person!