Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 1207 - 615: Someone is Really Willing to Die for You!_2

Chapter 1207: Chapter 615: Someone is Really Willing to Die for You!_2

With just these two mines, the current income makes it very easy for Sean Knight to invest in several factories, which is why he agreed so readily.

But this doesn’t mean he’s a pushover who can be easily manipulated.

Right now, Sean’s relations with the tribes nearby the base are very good. So he wasn’t afraid that unpleasantness with Henija would lead to any undesirable consequences.

At worst, he would simply stop expanding in that direction—it was something meant to be the icing on the cake, and it wasn’t essential.

Henija could tell what Sean meant and after thinking it over, he said,

"Mr. Knight, how about this? Give me a day or two, and I’ll coordinate things. After all, this matter is very important—I know it’s very important. We are also very clear about Mr. Knight’s support, and we won’t let you down."

Sean grunted twice and hung up the phone.

In fact, he wasn’t that concerned about it, but he still needed to make his stance clear.

I can do without it, but you can’t refuse to give it.

Initially, Sean hadn’t been very hopeful. Such things are serendipitous and can’t always be sought after.

However, once he had seen it and it was something he needed, Sean immediately changed his mind and had to get the items—at least he had to try. If they were really destroyed in the war, then there was nothing he could do.

But if there were clues in that mansion and he lost them because he wasn’t firm enough, then Sean would regret it himself.

After hanging up the phone, Elijah Hastings came over and asked,

"Boss, the cultural relics on that plane..."

"Transfer them to our plane and take them directly to Xinjiang, deliver them to the Museum," Sean answered.

Although Sean wasn’t interested, that didn’t mean the items were worthless—their cultural value was still there. They could at least help the Xinjiang Museum build a West Asia Pavilion.

Once their ages were identified, their significance was indeed quite startling.

It had to be said, Sean’s relationship with the Xinjiang Museum had become very close by now.

Elijah nodded and then asked,

"Boss, if they give a positive response, are we going over?"

"Yes," Sean thought for a moment and said, "Call over Elder Hassan."

Since Sean had been on the phone, Elder Hassan had not come down from the airplane.

Knowing Sean had summoned him, Elder Hassan hurried down from the airplane. Before Sean asked, he took the initiative to say,

"Mr. Knight, is there anything you need us to do?"

"I may be taking a trip to Kabul," Sean said, "My security force has somewhat of a sensitive presence, so, I hope you can provide a team to ensure my safety—after all, going to Kabul, I’m quite concerned about my safety."

Sean was being very pragmatic.

Although Kabul was now largely at peace, there were still occasional explosions.

If Sean took all members of his security company, there was a high chance they would become the target of some people’s attacks.

But if the tribe’s armed personnel went, coupled with Henija’s procedures, the trip would be much safer.

"No problem!" Hassan understood in a second, "I’ll get a hundred men, don’t worry, they will be absolutely loyal! They would die for you!"

Sean quickly said,

"I don’t need them to die for me. I just hope they can ensure my safety. If we face any threats, I hope they will stand and fight by my side."

"You won’t need to fight, they will really take a bullet for you!" Hassan said excitedly, "Mr. Knight, you may not realize that in the eyes of many of our warriors, you are truly like a saint! It’s because of your arrival that our tribal life has undergone such drastic changes!

And you have never asked anything of them, they really want to do something for you... anyway, wait till you hear me make a call, and you’ll understand!"

Sean was a little curious, what would he see?

They returned to the base. Elijah coordinated with the base director, to have people go to the airplane and transfer the cultural relics to Sean’s plane.

Meanwhile, Elder Hassan took out his mobile phone and started to dial the other tribal elders, with the same message:

"Old Bagger, there’s something I need to discuss with you. Mr. Knight is planning to go to Kabul, which isn’t safe. He trusts us and hopes our tribe can provide him with some guards to guarantee his safety, you decide on the men to send, and have them come to the base armed with weapons......"

After hanging up, he dialed another elder with the same message:

"Little Hamu Buki, Mr. Knight has business in Kabul... Which Mr. Knight? Are you so stupid? Besides Mr. Zhu from the base, which Mr. Knight... Yes, yes, he hopes we can send him some guards, just a few, the tribes can all send some, though of course, those who come first naturally... alright, alright..."

After making seven or eight calls and preparing to make more, a commotion rose from outside.

Lincoln Harrington went out and came back in a while later.

He reported to Sean in a somewhat puzzling tone,

"Boss, members from two tribes want to come in, they say they are here to be your guards... and they started fighting at the entrance over who should come in first..."

Hassan asked in surprise,

"How could they be so quick?"

Sean thought for a moment and said,

"Could it be that there were already people here exchanging and purchasing supplies, so..."

"Understood." Hassan nodded and said,

"Mr. Knight, I think this is the case, you take fifty men with you. Then, another hundred and fifty, going in shifts, will be there covertly protecting your safety. What do you think?"