Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 1284 - 641: Some Things, You Have to Do Yourself!_2

Chapter 1284: Chapter 641: Some Things, You Have to Do Yourself!_2

Now, tens of thousands of tourists visit my island every day, and the speed at which money comes in is quite fast, which has made many envious. The 022 is too small to keep up, it can’t manage anymore.

Plus, when I have a few more islands, the area will be larger, and the operational radius of the 022 will be relatively smaller, so I need to buy a bigger one. I’ve set my sights on the 052D. Anyway, if it can be sold to camels, why not to me?"

"Have you already made contact with the military, or are you just starting to look for connections now?" Seeing that Sean Knight wasn’t joking, Howard Richardson asked, "Do you know how much it’ll cost?"

Sean Knight had done his homework in this area.

He said:

"Our country has already launched the foreign trade version of the 052D, the 052DE, and it’s said the sale price is around one billion US dollars. I think anything within one and a half billion dollars, I can accept."

"Oh my, big shot!" Howard Richardson exclaimed, as the car drove into the hotel’s parking lot.

"I’m no big shot—all this money, I’ve saved up through hard work." Sean Knight put on an honest look, "It will pain me to spend it!

However, to protect my island, I have to dig deep. Otherwise, in another half a year, I bet pirates from out of nowhere will be visiting my island."

"Get real." Howard Richardson parked the car, sniped back at Sean Knight, then got out of the car, and disclosed Sean Knight’s true nature to Faye Shelton:

"My Uncle Melvin Richardson owns a big island down south, mainly catering to domestic tourists. The scenery there is beautiful, the seafood is cheap, and his prices are fair, so just think about it, tens of thousands of tourists every day—imagine what that means!"

Faye Shelton did some quick mental math and realized that indeed, it was an income above a small goal for just one month!

"He also has a huge coal mine in Afghanistan, a massive oil field in the Middle East, and tens of thousands of hectares of farmland in Brazil... This guy is definitely an invisible world-class rich man!"

As the numbers were rattled off, Faye Shelton’s mouth dropped wider and wider!

"If it weren’t for his desire to avoid fame, his name would have probably been on the list of the world’s richest people long ago!"

"Don’t make things up on my behalf." Sean Knight slapped Howard Richardson on the back, "Come on, let’s go to the hotel. What kind of business do we have in the basement?"

The hotel was booked by Howard Richardson. Sean Knight had given him a phone call beforehand. For a brother from the same dorm who isn’t competing in the same field and who had maintained contact after university, Sean Knight didn’t mind letting Howard Richardson host him.

Sometimes, owing someone a favor can make the relationship even better.

"You rest up for a while—oh, you haven’t answered my question yet. Have you found someone? If not, I can make a call to Uncle Melvin and see if he can connect us with his military friends."

"No need." Sean Knight waved his hand, "When I bought the 022, I’d already dealt with them. This time, I’m here to show sincerity."

"Okay then. Oh, by the way, when you mentioned the 022, did you mean that small boat with the big cannons?" Howard Richardson asked.

"Yeah."

"You’re awesome!" Howard Richardson gave a thumbs up, "I’m speechless. Alright, you get some rest now, and later we’ll go out to eat together."

"Sure." Sean Knight nodded.

After Howard Richardson and Faye Shelton left, they went into the next room.

Closing the door, Faye Shelton couldn’t wait to ask:

"Dear, this Uncle Melvin of yours—he’s pretty impressive, huh!"

"Of course." Howard Richardson admired Sean Knight greatly. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Faye Shelton to sit beside him, casually saying:

"Did you know? He came from the countryside, and now he has such a big business, all self-made. To think of him starting out alone in New York... it’s thrilling..."

"Amazing!" Faye Shelton hugged Howard Richardson’s arm, "Buying a 052D as if it were just a toy. At first, I thought he was just bragging, but after hearing about his business from you, he really does have the strength."

Then she added:

"One billion dollars, just like that... Impressive!"

"Actually, what’s most impressive about my Uncle Melvin isn’t these industries." Howard Richardson was keen to show off in front of Faye Shelton, "Do you know what his first job was?"

"Tell me." Faye Shelton’s eyes were filled with curiosity.

"Treasure hunting. He’s a Treasure Hunter." The words Howard Richardson said genuinely surprised Faye Shelton:

"He has donated a Song Dynasty Acupuncture Bronze Figure to the country, along with hundreds of bronzes—those with inscriptions on them, several volumes of the Yongle Encyclopedia, and some ancient bamboo slips..."

Faye Shelton, a top graduate from a premier domestic university, of course knew the value of these items, and her eyes grew even wider.

"He’s found quite a few ancient treasures abroad, including the golden treasure of the Maya People and sunken treasure ships from the Age of Discovery. His wealth truly is unimaginable—I and my uncle have joined them on some of their hunts, and the experience is just too exciting!"

"You’ve been on a treasure hunt too?" Faye Shelton asked curiously.

"Once, and I also did some container treasure hunting with him. Anyway, it was fun."

Howard Richardson didn’t want to go into detail, and Faye Shelton didn’t press the issue.

After all, there would always be time to get the answers; their close relationship made it easy to probe for more information.

After a while, Sean Knight called Howard Richardson, and the two of them went out.

Howard Richardson took Sean Knight to a popular Dining Hall since he knew Sean Knight didn’t like things that were flashy but insubstantial. So instead of opting for some members-only club or upscale restaurants, they went straight to a place that catered to the masses.

"This Dining Hall is run by someone from Xinjiang, and all the ingredients they use are air freighted from Xinjiang. The taste is good and it’s a crowd favorite. Little Faye had booked us seats in advance; otherwise, we’d probably not find a table now during meal time."