Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 1482 - 708 Can’t Stop Walking

Chapter 1482: Chapter 708 Can’t Stop Walking

Sean Knight hadn’t expected that his sudden stroke of inspiration would once again cause a sensation on Big Island!

Nowadays, with the presence of short videos, people in Hainan could hear the rhythm of the "Left-Right Brother" from the Northeast calling for a bunny dance that day, and brothers in the Northwest could watch a video of three people in the South Side not allowing college students to sell sugar gourds (the truth unknown).

On Big Island, it was possible to buy ancient artifacts from the Ming and Qing Dynasties with relatively little money. Oliver Smith captured this on video immediately and shared it with his collector friends.

There were hundreds of video creators on the island gathering information and sharing intel; the presence of this bargain area was firstly known to insiders, then rapidly spread outward.

Thus, a domestic tourism boom towards Big Island surged anew, just like small potatoes from the South flocking to a snowy wonderland.

"Dear, the number of tourists at the island’s airport and pier today is twice what it was a week ago!" Lana Brown exclaimed. "I’ve struggled to maintain this over the years, put in a lot of effort, but it feels like it’s nothing compared to your ingenious idea..."

Lana Brown considered herself no less capable than Sean Knight in business aspects. Or perhaps, there were operations where Sean Knight might not be as adept as her. But his sudden clever move made her instantly realize that some talents simply can’t be outmatched by effort.

"To you, that’s like building a skyscraper from the ground up. For me, it’s just gilding the lily," Sean Knight knew well his situation and chuckled as he said, "If it wasn’t for your groundwork, my idea wouldn’t have attracted so many people. So, how do you feel today?"

"Pretty good." Lana smiled and said, "Being with you, I don’t feel any discomfort in my stomach."

Of course, you wouldn’t. Sean thought to himself, otherwise, the spiritual energy I transfer to you every night when we sleep would be useless, right?

"By the way, I’m worried that the goods we brought over this time won’t be enough! It’s only been three days, and we’ve already sold two-thirds!" Lana was somewhat concerned.

"It’s fine, there’s still a lot of stock." Sean laughed, "Let’s have the cargo ship bring more today. That should ensure we have goods to sell at the market for at least half a year."

"Really, we have that much?" Lana was somewhat surprised.

"What do you think I’ve been doing all these years? I wasn’t just playing around! I’ve acquired a ton of stuff. The really valuable items I’ve mostly sold off for funds. But every treasure hunt, the less valuable finds also accumulated. Bit by bit, we’ve got at least a million pieces now. Moreover,"

Sean hugged Lana and gently stroked her hair as he said:

"Most of it is from overseas. This time, my main goal isn’t just to attract domestic tourists, but to draw in some folks from abroad. After all, some of these items are family goods from nobilities, from the Middle Ages or even from ancient times. Attracting these people and making their money is my ultimate goal!"

That night, Sean Knight left Big Island with a cargo ship, heading towards Manila. He stayed in Manila overnight and when he came back the second day, the ship was fully loaded.

This time, the ship was moored at Sean’s private port on Big Island. Box after box was unloaded and transported to a heavily guarded warehouse.

"I wonder if we can keep the stall open today. I noticed that yesterday the marketplace closed half an hour earlier than the day before. Could it be they ran out of goods?" Oliver Smith was early at the entrance of the bargain marketplace, peering through the crack of the door.

He saw nothing—before setting up, the place was just vacant land.

There weren’t even any patrolling team members.

These past days, Oliver Smith felt like a mouse in a granary, not moving from the spot. His daughter had asked him to walk by the seaside, sunbathe, and try some seafood, but he didn’t heed her.

Each morning at dawn, he arrived here to see what was on offer.

Already, he had spent all his savings, not to mention drawn out 20,000 from his daughter and borrowed 30,000 from unreachable collector friends, buying quite a lot of goods.

Because there was a post office here, he even collected a few fine items for his collector friends, earning himself a modest reputation in the circle.

Since he had been here from the first day, Oliver knew that at least 30,000 items had sold in these few days alone!

Moreover, each one was authentic, not a single replica—although some claimed to have encountered fakes, they were quickly proven wrong.

Most people here were amateurs looking for bargains, but there were also experts.

And at that time, someone pointed out that those making baseless claims knew nothing.

How could such publicly displayed items be fake?

Furthermore, these items obviously came from the seafloor. Some guessed that the people of Big Island must have contacted professional salvage experts.

Oliver planned to use the good money he had just obtained to pick out something valuable today, and then it would be about time to call it quits.

After all, this had happened before; the day before, someone had picked up a well-preserved copper coin, went home, and immediately sold it for triple the price—earning 130,000!

Not only did he cover his travel expenses, but he also came back for another trip!

Oliver yearned for that too!

But he was observant, most people didn’t notice, but he had already seen that the market’s inventory yesterday was clearly less than the day before.