Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 1094 - 577 Oh My God! Oh My God! It’s All Oh My God!_3

Chapter 1094: Chapter 577 Oh My God! Oh My God! It’s All Oh My God!_3

After Sean Knight and his group entered, they heard voices from behind:

"Why won’t you let us in?"

"Because you have exceeded the number of people allowed, an invitation card allows only two people to enter." The security guard’s answer was very polite.

"But clearly, they, just them, those few Chinese people, four of them used one invitation card to enter!"

"That’s because they are using a VIP-level invitation card. Up to five people are allowed with those." The security guard continued to explain politely.

Sean Knight and his group all heard it.

Having found their seats, Sean Knight realized they were in a forward position with good visibility, yet not directly in front of the stage.

"It seems that this Duterte Rogers is quite principled, at least he gets things done when he’s paid."

"I think, could it be because we gave more money twice, that’s why we are treated like this?" Lincoln Harrington raised the question, "Everyone here operates like this, these people must be well aware..."

Sean Knight didn’t respond to their gossip-like speculation; he was observing the people around them.

Although Sean Knight and his group had good seats, there were clearly better ones.

Sitting there was a Jewish—white person. He was presumed to be Jewish because his appearance resembled that of David, who had been dealt with by Sean Knight and his group.

Was this related to David, or was Sean Knight just face-blind, thinking all people of this race looked alike?

The man was quite handsome, but he had also noticed Sean Knight, his gaze towards Sean Knight rather unfriendly.

Sean Knight guessed that this person probably knew that Sean Knight was also a strong competitor, hence the look.

The card placed next to this person was Number Nine. On the spacious seat, he sat alone, though he was flanked by two muscular bodyguards.

There were also two other parties with nice seating, evidently VIPs as well. One was Number Twelve, looking preoccupied while making a phone call. Another was Number Seventeen with a smile on his face, seeming quite pleased with himself; Sean Knight surmised that this person must be from Russia.

Because next to him was placed a bottle of wine!

The man, upon seeing Sean Knight, raised his glass to him. Sean Knight shook his head in response.

Then he saw the man and woman they had encountered in the parking lot yesterday settling down nearby.

After the woman sat down, she glanced at Sean Knight, hesitated for a moment, then stood up and walked over, bending slightly next to Sean Knight:

"Mr. Knight, right? Hello, I am Stella Gray from Zhejiang province. I am really happy to meet a compatriot here."

Stella Gray reached out her hand proactively; Sean Knight stood up and shook her hand, saying with a smile:

"I am also very glad to meet Miss Gray."

After Stella Gray let go of his hand, she handed him her business card, which Sean Knight accepted and said:

"Sorry, I don’t have the habit of carrying business cards."

"It’s no problem." Seeing that Sean Knight didn’t offer his contact information, a flicker of disappointment flashed in Stella Gray’s eyes, then she nodded her head and walked back to her seat.

Sean Knight saw that Stella was Number Eighteen.

He was Number Sixteen.

He had just sat down when he smelled a whiff of alcohol.

The man he thought was Russian, Number Seventeen, came over with a glass of wine:

"Friend from China, let me introduce myself, I am Andrew Petrov, very pleased to meet you! To the friendship between Russia and China, cheers!"

Having said that, he didn’t wait for Sean Knight’s reaction and just downed the wine.

Honestly, Sean Knight hadn’t really considered the friendship between Russia and China.

After all, between nations, there are only everlasting interests, not everlasting friends.

After all, more than a hundred years ago, Russia had taken away hundreds of millions of square kilometers of land from China.

The people of Xinjiang and the Northeast have the deepest memory of this!

After all, even now, looking out from the frontier line at Yili, vast tracts of the Plainfield area that had been sliced off by Russians left Xinjiang almost gone.

Of course, now, to counter Americans, China and Russia still need to join hands, but vigilance is necessary.

Matters of the heart cannot be entertained.

"Later, we need to unite against a few of them." Andrew, holding his empty wine glass, appeared to be whispering, but several people around could actually hear him, "Otherwise, we won’t get a single plot of land! These international land merchants, with lots of money and ruthlessness, we must combine forces!"

After speaking, Andrew patted Sean Knight’s shoulder and turned away.

This guy seemed straightforward but was full of craftiness!

Wasn’t he setting Sean up?

However, Sean Knight wasn’t annoyed; after all, his plan was to take all the land, whether to form alliances or not was irrelevant.

Therefore, facing the now somewhat hostile looks from those few people, Sean Knight didn’t mind.

Hostility let it be, was it useful?

More and more people entered, and soon, the main hall was nearly filled.

Afterward, the security guards closed the front gate.

There were still voices from outside, but the security guards acted as if they heard nothing.

Sean Knight understood their message.

Those who were late were not qualified to participate in the auction.

Shortly after, staff came over and handed out documents to each person participating in the auction.

Being in the VIP seat had its advantages, while others received one document per number, they got one per person.

Sean Knight did not immediately read the documents upon receiving them, but instead he glanced around the hall.

In the main hall, there were already more than fifty people intending to purchase land.

There were people of various ethnicities. Clearly, not only Sean Knight realized that cultivated land was worth money.

Looking down at the documents, Sean Knight discovered that there were a total of 126 plots of land, divided into forty-one groups for sale.

The largest parcel was Number 26, consisting of three pieces (Modu Le) with a total area of 2,149 hectares; the smallest consisted of five pieces (Modu Le) with an area of one hundred and nine hectares.

The location of the land was also indicated on the map. Sean Knight found that these plots were very scattered, the nearest to his own land bordered one of the six towns; the farthest was in another direction of the city.

But Sean Knight wasn’t picky; the smallest plot here was more than a hundred acres, roughly ten hectares of land, which would be convenient for farming.

Auctioned! I want all of these!