Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 1200 - 613: Discussing a Big Business Deal with a "Notorious" Organization?

Chapter 1200: Chapter 613: Discussing a Big Business Deal with a "Notorious" Organization?

Sean Knight could clearly feel that whether it was Elijah Hastings and his two companions, or all of the team members, including Cheryl Suweton, their mental state visibly relaxed after returning to China.

Back at Lake Baikal, although everyone was laughing and joking after the harvest, in reality, most team members were still tense inside and ready to deal with any emergencies at a moment’s notice.

After all, there were quite a few among the swarm of people who came to try their luck who were carrying guns.

No one could be sure they wouldn’t suddenly go crazy and attack others if they found nothing.

Now back in China, although some aspects were more restricted, at least it was safer.

"Dear, those items, what do you plan to do with them?" Cheryl asked lazily in Sean’s arms.

"I plan to hold onto them for now," Sean said, stroking her hair, "Now’s not the time to let them go. Besides, since the relic hasn’t been researched, even if they were released, they wouldn’t fetch a high price. Better to keep them for now."

Sean was not short on money now. If he sold the items as gold, the purity wasn’t high enough, and he’d take a loss. If he sold them as antiques, the audience was too narrow, and he might not find someone who liked them. So, it’s better to hold onto them for now.

"Mm, I think that sounds right," Cheryl murmured, eyes closed, enjoying Sean’s touch like a kitten, "This means we can enjoy a good time together for a while longer."

Sean nodded. The last more-than-half-a-month trip, especially the time consumed on the golden mine business in Mongolia, resulted in a large haul; by contrast, the most significant reward from Lake Baikal didn’t take much time at all, only three to five days to sort out.

The harvest was at least estimated in the billions. Those unremarkable gems were the lion’s share.

However, Sean had no immediate plans to release them. This was something others, including Cheryl, were not very clear about. Their focus was mainly on those glittering goldware.

He wasn’t short on money, so he might as well keep the gold. Who knows, maybe one day someone will figure out there were giants in ancient times, determine the specific details of the ruin site, and then these items could appreciate in value considerably.

Not just the gold—Sean was also planning to retain a large portion of the food about to be harvested in Brazil.

In times of chaos, gold; in truth, during chaotic times, not only does gold hold its value, but food is also precious and worth hoarding.

Currently, the world’s granaries can’t farm their land, always at war, and countless people were going hungry around the globe.

Although China has always maintained vigilance and isn’t short on food, Sean’s business extended beyond domestic borders and he always had a sense of being securely cautious.

For instance, in Afghanistan, he needed to regularly send food over there. After all, life there was really harsh, and if it weren’t for Sean’s intervention, the tribal residents would genuinely be lacking enough food to eat.

Sean maintained contact with the coal field, and Hassan Bager would also make a phone call from time to time. Hassan’s main thing during those calls was to say, "Our influence has expanded again," and more tribes were coming to surrender—because here, people can work, earn money, eat well, and what’s essential is that locals are in charge of management.

At least for those who are religious, Sean’s investment was simply about making money, with no intention to encircle their land or seize their resources—fair business indeed. And there was no coercion to convert their faith.

Now, the coal from the mine was being continuously trucked to China every day, while at the same time, a steady stream of trucks carried an unending supply of various goods back there.

They were all very cheap items. These goods would be transported to the base and then distributed to various tribes in all directions through those electric tricycles.

According to Hassan’s proud statement, even some merchants from Kandahar would come here to stock their inventory, which shows how lively the base had become.

Hassan hoped for Sean to come for a visit, mentioning Zena Fitzgerald in his calls, saying that she was waiting for Sean.

Not just Zena, but those few girls felt the same.

Mr. Hassan’s words left Sean unable to respond; such a situation would definitely lead to an online backlash from those pastoral feminist activists back home.

But in Afghanistan, Mr. Hassan thought it was very normal. Moreover, were it not for Sean’s strong insistence and frequent absence, there wouldn’t be just Zena.

Of course, Sean knew that he couldn’t push it aside, so he let Zena and the others have something to do—mainly, Sean was spending money to hire some teachers to run a school in the tribe, with Zena as the nominal director.

If it were anyone else, it wouldn’t work, but Zena could—because she was considered Sean’s proxy.

Zena was also happy, able to watch the children in the tribe read and write, which was truly a very exciting thing.

"I’ll visit when I have the time," was Sean’s standard reply to Hassan.

In fact, as long as things remained peaceful there, Sean hardly thought about returning.

Most matters were handled by Hassan, including distant tribes hoping to entrust their mineral resources to Sean for development. For such issues, Hassan just needed to make a phone call to confirm Sean’s investment, and then Sean didn’t need to worry about the rest.

But Mr. Hassan had his own principles. If the investment in the minerals belonged to Sean, then the security personnel at the mine must also be provided by Sean; he would help those staff with the related work of starting up the mine.