Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 189 - 188: George - A Lingering Evil Spirit

Chapter 189: Chapter 188: George - A Lingering Evil Spirit

Mr. Madden couldn’t help but raise his hand:

"10,000 US dollars!"

And the unfamiliar chubby little black guy next to him was also raising the price:

"Twelve thousand dollars!"

In many people’s eyes, these woods belong to the large open-door goods, the price is basically stable, and knowledgeable people can almost judge the actual selling price.

So when the price rose to 21,000 dollars, there were only three people left to increase the price: Madden, the small black fat, and Sean Knight.

Madden’s enthusiasm for raising the price was not as strong as before, and the little black fat would hesitate every time he raised the price.

Only Sean Knight, still steadily raising the price each time:

"24,000 dollars!"

The bald auctioneer was now excited. It had been a long time since there was such an occasion. The commission from the two boxes was enough for him to have a good time!

"You win!" Mr. Madden shrugged his shoulders at Sean Knight, pretending to be carefree, "Congratulations!"

Seeing that Mr. Madden rarely did not ridicule the winner, the new treasure hunters were somewhat surprised. This was not Mr. Madden’s style!

Of course, they could easily find out about Sean Knight’s past, and their expressions were suddenly clear.

In the end, the little black fat could not hold on and, after reporting another 500 dollars, was defeated by Sean Knight. Finally, Sean Knight took the container for 25,000 dollars.

After paying and signing, Sean Knight glanced at the next container and had no intention of continuing to bid.

At this time, there were several brothers on Ralph’s side swearing out several "fuck", "dog shit", and "go to hell" and the like.

Everyone looked over and saw that they were pulling out a pile of waste paper boxes and nothing else!

Many people laughed at this, with a strong taste of ridicule!

There are few friends in the circle of treasure hunters. Seeing that the competitors made a wrong bet and lost money, mockery is a standard operation.

On the contrary, words of sympathy would be despised.

Sean Knight didn’t laugh. After glancing at it, he dove into the container and started flipping through the boxes.

Many people stayed outside looking for excitement.

Sean Knight had good hearing and keenly heard someone outside say:

"Although these woods are of various types, they are not considered valuable, and the strips and blocks are different. If they are sold, it will be up to 20,000 dollars. I think Sean Knight will definitely lose money this time!"

"Really? I heard that Sean Knight is very powerful and often picks up big leaks, helicopters, limited sports cars, modified cars, and even golden jewelry. Will he fail this time?"

"Believe me, before becoming a treasure hunter, I worked in a wood processing factory. Don’t doubt my professionalism!"

Jason, who had been working at the freight yard recently, had also gained some understanding of wood. He asked Sean Knight in a low voice:

"Boss, will we lose? These woods are not particularly good, and they have a certain shape. It’s not easy to sell them!"

Sean Knight flipped a plastic document tube out of the box, opened it, and pulled out several large sheets of paper.

Walking out of the container, Sean Knight unfolded the paper and looked at it carefully.

Elijah Hastings came over and asked:

"Boss, what’s this?"

"Blueprint. Villa blueprint."

"What? Villa blueprint?" Jason paused for a moment, exclaiming, "Boss, you mean that these woods are specially ordered to build a villa?"

Sean Knight handed him one of the papers, saying:

"You see, it’s marked on it."

Jason took a look and exclaimed:

"Oh my God! It’s true! It’s a complete set of villa blueprints! So these woods are for building villas! I can’t believe it! I’m so stupid! These woods have different shapes and are piled separately, which must have a purpose!"

Jason’s loud voice attracted the attention of many people. When they heard his words and saw the paper in his hand, many people immediately understood.

The one who claimed to be an expert working in the wood processing factory had a red face, and he didn’t believe it. He specifically came over to look and then slipped away in shame.

Sean Knight didn’t show much excitement. He asked Jason and Elijah Hastings:

"Do either of you need such a villa? If so, I’ll give you a good price."

"No, no, no." Jason shook his head, "I haven’t planned to build a villa yet."

Elijah Hastings also shook his head.

Sean Knight called Mr. John:

"John, I have a set of villa design drawings and wood materials here. Do you know anyone who is interested?"

John was surprised:

"You’re back? Villa? Woods? Let me ask around."

Sean Knight felt a little rude for not visiting John when he returned.

But it didn’t count for much, he would bring some gifts later when he visited.

After a while, John called back saying someone would contact Sean Knight and then teased him:

"Sean, you’re already a billionaire, and you’re still in the freight yard doing auctions. Are you nostalgic?"

"No, I like this lively scene. Don’t you think the auctioneer’s unchanging tongue bouncing sound is pleasant to listen to?"

"Hahaha, you have a unique hobby!"

After hanging up, Sean Knight planned to leave Jason to watch the container and go see John.

But before leaving, he saw someone walking towards the entrance of the freight yard.

George Thomas - this haunting guy!

Not only George, but also two young men - with very cold eyes.

Sean Knight’s eyes fell on these two young men, and he felt the murderous intent and strong purposefulness they carried.

Elijah Hastings also felt it and immediately approached Sean Knight, his body slowly tensing up, alert.

"Sean, we meet again!" George Thomas spread his arms wide, laughing, intending to give Sean Knight a hug.

Sean Knight looked at him coldly.

George’s face showed an awkward smile, and then he casually said to Sean Knight:

"Actually, I have something to ask you. Can we find a quiet place to talk?"

As he said this, he gestured to not a few treasure hunters not far behind him who were looking this way.

"Just say what you want. I don’t think there’s anything that can’t be said here," Sean Knight said, clearly wanting to keep his distance from George and not wanting to go elsewhere.

George stopped talking and stepped aside.

The 25-26-year-old short-haired, tall, slightly more handsome young man among the two stepped forward and said coldly:

"We are people with a special mission, looking for you about the information you searched for earlier this year about the man posing as mine owner Brad Taylor."

Sean Knight shook his head and said:

"I don’t know what you’re talking about, and I don’t intend to involve myself with you in any way."

"You better clarify this!" The young man’s face showed a hint of ferocity, "Do you know who you are dealing with? We are hunting down remnants! We will not let any ’Wan-character’ remnants! Including those who sympathize with and harbor them!"

Heh heh!

Upon hearing this, Sean Knight was first startled and then laughed.

Mocking laughter!

What era is this? Who are you trying to scare with this stuff?

Elijah Hastings took a step forward, staring directly into the young man’s eyes. As long as he made any slight move, Elijah Hastings wouldn’t mind letting him experience what a Chinese-style counterattack was!