Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 1460 - 700: The Caring Lana Brown_3

Chapter 1460: Chapter 700: The Caring Lana Brown_3

Lana Brown was quite satisfied this time, and when she left, she didn’t seem overly sentimental. She caressed her belly, just hoping that this time, seeds would remain.

Once back home, Sean Knight saw Aria Wilson playing with the children, with the whole family present. They were happy to have Sean back as well.

Because Aria was there, this year the Knight Family didn’t slaughter the New Year pig and primarily used mutton instead.

In the winter of North China, especially in the days leading up to the New Year, heavy snow covered the entire village. Even dressed in down jackets, staying outside beyond half an hour would chill people to the bone, and it would take a good while to warm up after entering a house.

"On New Year’s Eve, there will be a fireworks display in the county. Let’s go watch it," said father Mark Knight. "These past two years, it’s been inconvenient to buy fireworks. There are fewer fireworks on New Year’s Eve night, and it feels like the festive spirit has faded."

"No worries, I’ve bought a batch. We can find some vacant land outside the village and put on a good show just for our family."

Although fireworks were banned in some places, they weren’t banned here; it’s just that they were inconvenient to buy and very expensive.

Sean had stockpiled a large batch in his spatial realm, enough for the entire village. However, he wasn’t going to bring all of it out.

Aria pushed the baby stroller, soothed the children, and smiles, occasionally glancing at Sean.

The rooms here weren’t large, far inferior to her own family’s King’s Palace, but this house felt incredibly warm and cozy.

She liked this atmosphere—though the King’s Palace was grand and luxurious, it lacked liveliness and warmth. She never noticed it before, but since being with Sean Knight and having twins, she found that she preferred living in an environment like this.

On New Year’s Eve, Sean pulled a cart full of fireworks. The family followed him, with Aria bringing the two kids as well, to the vacant land outside the village.

Sean and his brother Oscar Knight unloaded the fireworks, setting them up at intervals of several meters. Aria had already covered the children’s ears in preparation.

"Shouldn’t we wait for the right time?" Oscar asked Old Master Ralph Knight.

Ralph Knight waved his hand dismissively:

"Why wait? Let’s start! We don’t fuss over these things here... If you set off fireworks from New Year’s Eve until after, that’s more than enough!"

Sean then took an iron frame similar to a mortar tube out of the car. After setting it up, he took a round "shell" from the box, pulling the fuse with one hand while placing the shell inside with the other.

After igniting the fuse, everyone backed away.

"Boom!"

Following a muffled sound, a streak of light shot into the sky, climbing to a hundred meters, then burst with a "pop," scattering a shower of fireworks across the sky!

The New Year, had arrived.

Although Sean was now a billionaire with hundreds of billions, in the Village, he was still the same boy who once herded sheep and read books. During the New Year, he still visited his elder relatives to pay respects.

The villagers, aware that he had become wealthy, showed more envy but no jealousy. The countryside north of the Tianshan Mountains was settled by people from all over China over decades, and although customs varied, the community spirit was good.

Sean had often seen Online reports of villagers unable to bear the sight of their own villagers getting rich, poisoning fishponds, pressuring a person to borrow Money, and even desecrating ancestral graves if denied.

None of that happened here. Wealth was simply wealth; people greeted each other casually. Occasionally there would be relatives asking to borrow Money, but nothing excessive.

It was nice.

After the fifteenth of the first month, Sean took Aria and the two children to the Middle East.

His brother-in-law Abdullah wanted to see the children. Since people in this side of the world do not celebrate the Spring Festival, Aria would have some time to relax. She and the children had already stayed in China for more than half a year, and since it wouldn’t be appropriate for Abdullah to visit West Province, he made a phone call to Sean.

Sean didn’t refuse, after all, they were relatives, and he indeed needed to check things back there.

When the twins were born, Abdullah had prepared generous gifts for them.

Villas Around the World, golden cards from Swiss Bank and Huaxia Bank, villas within the Kingdom, domesticated lion cubs, leopards... and so on.

Even though Sean was accustomed to treasures from all Ages and parts of the World, he couldn’t help but be amazed: was his brother-in-law planning to raise his niece and nephew as spoiled brats?

Of course, spoiled brats aren’t just street wanderers—the spoiled brats depicted in TV shows actually insult the term:

Real spoiled brats are at the level of wealthy second generation, with a capable brother handling affairs, a powerful family providing shelter, a good education, no need to toil for the family, just responsible for looking good and spending money.

TV’s spoiled brats are almost like a combination of Gao Yan’s son and Wei Xiaobao; that’s not spoiled brats, that’s hooliganism.

This is also a major reason Sean insisted on raising the children in China; he feared they would be spoiled if raised in the Middle East.

Constant luxury nourishment would eventually lead to an entitled attitude.

Abdullah is still the Crown Prince but effectively controls the Kingdom. He hasn’t married yet, so he truly adores his sister’s twins.

However, he knows Sean is firm and wouldn’t allow the children to spend years in the Middle East. Moreover, the composite brigade he relies on is commanded by Sean’s appointees.

Abdullah both loves and hates the brigade, loving it because its presence alone has made his voice much stronger in the Middle East.

Even oil companies from the UK and US approach him with exceptional courtesy. Abdullah had overestimated the influence of the composite brigade, only to later discover that, even in his overestimation, he had underestimated it.

His hate stems from the fact that, nominally, the brigade may belong to him, but in reality, it is under Sean’s command.

Of course, Abdullah knows himself best. With his royal Middle Eastern temperament, he truly isn’t suited to command an army.

But of course, love prevails. Since this brigade stationed itself here, in less than two years, the tens of billions of US Dollars spent had already returned several-fold.

Furthermore, his own status has risen significantly.

That’s why he’s so polite to Sean. Besides, they’re family!

Sean stayed in the King’s Palace with Aria for a few days, visited the Oil Fields to assess the situation, played around the composite brigade’s station, and by then it was already March.

Gathering with Elijah Hastings and Lincoln Harrington—Douglas Cooper had sent his parents off and stayed on Big Island—Sean and the group headed towards the Big Island separately.

Honestly, he was quite interested in the Ruin Site of the Port City.