Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 236 - 212: Not everyone has my vision! _2

Chapter 236: Chapter 212: Not everyone has my vision! _2

"Three thousand dollars!"

Diana glanced at Joanna, somewhat unconvinced, but the next bid came from George Qiao:

"Five thousand dollars!"

The bald auctioneer was overjoyed:

"Five thousand dollars, five thousand dollars, little George Qiao bids five thousand dollars. This price is definitely not the end, we’re at five thousand dollars now..."

Diana raised her hand to bid again:

"Eight thousand dollars!"

After bidding, she provocatively glanced at Joanna.

Joanna couldn’t stand the provocation and spoke up:

"Ten thousand dollars!"

Even Diana was surprised this time.

How could this newbie be so bold?

Although Sean Knight was by her side, in Diana’s eyes, this auction was naturally paid for by Joanna herself.

Could she be kept by Sean?

But she must still vent this anger!

Diana immediately raised her hand:

"Eleven thousand dollars!"

Joanna followed closely:

"Thirteen thousand dollars!"

Others saw that these two women had started to fight and simply watched the drama, not wanting to participate.

After all, getting involved could easily cause harm.

The bald auctioneer was thrilled - This was the best situation for him, the women were now irrational, focused only on winning or losing!

Eventually, Diana gave up at nineteen thousand dollars - when she called out eighteen thousand dollars, she made up her mind that if the other party raised it again, she would not add more!

It just didn’t feel worth it!

"This beautiful lady wins the container for nineteen thousand dollars for the third time!"

Joanna also squeezed out a cold sweat - just a little bit more and it would have been twenty thousand dollars!

She knew that even if it exceeded the amount, Sean wouldn’t say anything, he would certainly support her.

But the current situation was better.

She went over to sign the paperwork and pay; Sean fronted the money.

Diana cursed:

"It must be a bunch of garbage inside, you’re going to lose everything down to your underwear!"

Joanna believed in Sean very much, she was taller than Diana and looked down at her:

"All you can do is envy! Eat shit!"

Diana couldn’t help but step forward, Sean immediately stepped in front of Joanna.

The bald auctioneer also pulled Diana away:

"No fighting is allowed here, Diana, it’s better not to break the rules... Alright, let’s move on to the next container!"

Diana left indignantly, Joanna won the round and happily started unpacking the boxes.

"Oh wow!"

Joanna saw bowling balls and equipment in the boxes, as well as the wooden bowling tracks inside - How could she not know this was a bowling alley?

Joanna’s exclamation drew many people over.

When they saw it was a bowling alley, many people showed envious expressions!

People in the know here understood that, without thirty thousand dollars, they couldn’t get this set of equipment!

Some people here might not make ten thousand dollars in a month!

Even Diana showed a jealous look!

She regretted it so much!

If she had persisted a little bit more, would this set of equipment have belonged to her?

However, it’s no use thinking about it now.

Others just envied Joanna’s newbie luck.

But seeing Sean helping out by her side, they didn’t think much of it.

"Lucky Sean" was not a nickname given in vain!

After all, not everyone had the courage to spend nineteen thousand dollars on a container that was almost like a blind box.

Sean made a phone call to John, who asked about the situation on his side and then quickly gave him a number to call himself.

"You’re still bidding on containers? I thought you’d lost interest in this small-scale stuff," John was somewhat surprised.

"Actually, it’s not bad," Sean said, "It’s down-to-earth. And I can’t forget that my first pot of gold came from this place!"

He called the person who wanted to buy it, who quickly agreed to come and take a look after hearing Sean’s description.

Sean then closed the container door, and the auction of the second container had almost come to an end.

He moved on to the third container.

This container, he was determined to win.

Little George Qiao came over.

Upon discovering that Sean Knight had arrived, Little Joey was terrified. If this guy kept competing, everyone else wouldn’t even be able to get a taste of the soup!

The bald auctioneer and his assistant came over, opened the container, and everyone began to look inside.

Some people started to calculate their odds after seeing the second-hand fishing gear.

Little Joey asked Sean in a low voice:

"What do you think? Are you going to bid?"

"Yes," Sean nodded. "I haven’t bid in a while. I’m here to try my luck."

Little Joey was annoyed. Did Sean really need to test his luck?

Once, he "tested" his luck and won a bowling alley. If he kept testing it, wouldn’t he be cutting off everyone else’s financial route?

But he couldn’t say that. The auction at the freight yard was public. There was no rule saying who could or couldn’t participate.

As long as Sean was rich and picky, Little Joey had no choice.

He made up his mind: From now on, whenever Sean showed up, he would go somewhere else!

But the problem was that the port auctions had become increasingly concentrated, with only three to five main ones. It wouldn’t be easy to avoid each other.

After viewing the items, the auction began.

"The no-reserve auction begins now!" The bald auctioneer made it all fancy.

"One thousand dollars!" Sean was the first to bid.

This time, others were taken aback too.

Just a moment ago, your girlfriend had bid one thousand, now it’s your turn. Wasn’t that like not letting others live at all?

But there was still someone who did not fear death and was unaware of how powerful Sean was. He immediately bid:

"Two thousand dollars!"

"Two thousand dollars, two thousand dollars now from this gentleman, any higher bid..."

The bald auctioneer used his superb tongue-twisting skills, waving his arms and using body language to encourage others to bid faster.

But most people already knew that once Sean participated in an auction, it was almost impossible for him to back down.

Right now, Sean had three freight yards under his control. Who could compete with him financially?

Only the newcomers who didn’t know Sean.

"Two thousand five hundred dollars!" Another person raised the bid.

Sean raised his hand:

"Five thousand dollars!"

This 5,000-dollar bid astonished many people who hadn’t met him before.

"Where did this fool come from?" A newcomer muttered to himself.

The old-timers remained silent, waiting to see the newcomer’s embarrassment.

"Five thousand five hundred dollars!" Another newcomer raised the bid, the one who had tried to compete with Sean earlier.

But only adding five hundred showed that he was somewhat fearful now.

Sean didn’t care and raised his hand again:

"Six thousand dollars!"

Although he had a lot of money, it wasn’t easily earned. He tried to save where he could.

To put it bluntly, he hadn’t completely adopted the habits and mindset of a billionaire yet.

That’s why he would impulsively run around without bodyguards.

But upon reflection, such behavior was indeed capricious and dangerous.

Someone got angry and raised the price again:

"Six thousand five hundred dollars!"

Sean didn’t care:

"Seven thousand dollars!"

...

Slowly, the price trickled upwards. When it reached 13,500 dollars, no one else raised the bid against Sean.

Still not satisfied, the bald auctioneer continued swinging his arms, trying to stir up the atmosphere for everyone to join in the bidding. But no one responded.

In the end, the container landed in Sean’s hands.

Several old-timers didn’t leave. They waited for Sean to sign the papers and pay before opening the container to check the goods.

Sean, however, didn’t oblige them — he locked the door.

Because the people who would take over the bowling alley had arrived.

Those old-timers left in disappointment to look at the fourth container.

Then it dawned on them. Now that Sean wasn’t around, shouldn’t they quickly secure this container?

Sean didn’t care about their thoughts. He noticed a young man, around 23 or 24 years old, had arrived, which was unexpected.

"Hi, my name is Jason." The man introduced himself, reaching out his hand to Sean.

Sean hesitated for a moment. This guy was also called Jason?

He shook hands with the young man, who asked with a puzzled look:

"Mr. Knight, do you know me?"

"No, no, no." Sean shook his head hastily. "I just know another man named Jason."

"Oh, that’s normal," the young man laughed. "By the way, are the goods here?"

Feeling a little absent-minded, Sean went over to unlock the container and let the young man check the goods.

Inside his heart, he couldn’t help but sigh at the impermanence of life — that other Jason was gone...