Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 1204 - 614 Good Items Gone!_2

Chapter 1204: Chapter 614 Good Items Gone!_2

"What else?" Henija was actually well aware that the cultural relics in his possession were not very valuable. If Sean Knight were to really invest in these factories, the total cost would be over a hundred million. So, he didn’t believe Sean Knight would be so noble.

"Of course, there’s more." Sean Knight shook his head, "After these factories are built, I will need to hold a certain share in them—not much, thirty percent will do. After all, I can’t just invest for nothing, right?"

Henija thought to himself that this was more reasonable. If Sean Knight did not take shares, Henija would be worried he might have some ulterior motives. Once Sean Knight got on board with this venture, with his own interests involved, he would certainly pay more attention to it.

"I agree to this ratio." Originally, Henija’s bottom line was fifty percent, but now Sean Knight was only asking for thirty, which was very fair, "However, you must bring over technicians to train our people."

"That won’t be a problem," Sean Knight nodded, "but the training funds required for these people I hire will be deducted in advance from the future profits of the factories."

Henija nodded in agreement. That’s how negotiations between businessmen should be.

"I also need a house in Kabul City, or the city can give me a piece of land instead." Sean Knight continued to state his demands, "I will build a villa there."

"No problem." Henija thought that the place was already a mess, reconstruction work was fraught with difficulties, and finding an ownerless piece of land was too easy.

And with Sean Knight’s card in play, it might even attract some others to come over.

Both sides discussed back and forth like this, and finally, they negotiated where to view the cultural relics.

Henija wanted Sean Knight to go to Kandahar to see them. Under no circumstances did Sean Knight want to go right now.

"Bring the items here," Sean Knight shook his head, "I won’t be going for the time being. I’ve just arrived, and there are things I need to handle here."

Henija could understand Sean Knight’s thinking. To go to Kandahar, Sean Knight would inevitably bring a substantial guard. But for the organization’s way of operating, they do not allow outsiders to do such things. It’s safer here.

Henija looked at Hassan, who had been silent the whole time and sighed inwardly.

Hassan was one of his own, but didn’t speak a word in his defense the whole time.

It wasn’t that Hassan had betrayed him. It was simply that Sean Knight had brought about tremendous changes in the life of Hassan’s tribe, and even nearby tribes.

Hassan thought that if all tribes in the country could live such a life, perhaps the organization’s approval rate would increase quite a bit!

After all, not only looking at the attire of the tribal residents outside, but also their spirit, they seemed much stronger than the urban residents of Kabul.

In the end, Henija agreed to have those items flown to the airport near the base.

Sean Knight thought it was a good solution. Although the airport was rudimentary, it was still suitable for military planes to land.

After settling these matters, Henija then said:

"All right, the rest of the things I can handle with a phone call. Once it’s confirmed whether Mr. Knight needs those cultural relics, Mr. Knight can commence work."

Sean Knight waved his hand:

"I also just need to make a few phone calls. The land required for the factory will definitely be provided by you. I’m afraid the infrastructure might not meet the standards. Once those technicians have arrived, we’ll discuss with you further. Those items certainly can’t be supplied by me, right?"

Henija nodded. If those items were also to be provided by Sean Knight, that really would be unreasonable.

"There is indeed a copper mine about a dozen kilometers from the base," Hassan suddenly said. "It’s an ancient copper mine, but the output is limited, as is the manpower. As for the reserves, they would need to be properly explored."

Henija gave Hassan a deep look. Hassan, unfazed, met Henija’s gaze.

Both knew that Hassan did not want Sean Knight to stray too far from this place. With Sean Knight here, he had a strong public base, his road protection lay at hand, and there was an established base nearby.

If the place were to change, like Kabul, or somewhere close to Kandahar, and if Sean Knight went there to mine, it would definitely cause a lot of trouble.

"Envoy sir, if there’s nothing else, why don’t you stay in our tribe for a couple of days?" Hassan took the opportunity to invite Henija.

"I’m certainly going to visit," Henija had finished discussing serious matters, and the outcomes were satisfactory to him, so he put on a smile, "But right now, I’m going to visit the marketplace outside. I’m very interested in many things there, and they seem cheap and some are even rare in Kabul, I want to take some back with me."

Saying so, he gestured to Sean Knight and then headed outside.

"I didn’t expect the envoy to be quite humorous when not discussing official business." Sean Knight watched Henija’s back, laughing as he spoke.

"Originally, when there was no war, he was said to be a professor," Hasan had inquired about Henija’s background, "Later on, there was no choice, he joined the organization and became a military personnel."

Sean Knight recalled the character from the TV series, wearing glasses, who later became the team leader of a special forces squad.

A literate person, once ruthless, it’s hard to say if a warrior can compete with that—after all, the one who went alone into enemy soil to retrieve a comrade’s head, killed more than a dozen and finally snatched back the comrade’s head.

Even though dramatized, it was based on a real person.

Thinking back to that famously drunk lyricist who would scrutinize swords by lantern light, well, that comparison is indeed difficult to make.

This Henija also seemed to be not one to be trifled with.