Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 384 - 287: It’s a Joke

Chapter 384: Chapter 287: It’s a Joke

Melvin Richardson thought that once Sean Knight and Thomas Harris talked, there would be no problems.

After all, when he interacted with Thomas Harris, he felt that the deputy director was not bad.

Sean was a well-known collector, having had the Acupuncture Bronze Figure and those bamboo slips, which had caused quite a stir in the archaeology world.

In Melvin’s opinion, as long as Sean mentioned his name and said that he, Melvin Richardson, recommended him, Thomas Harris would save some face anyhow.

There should be no problem with that.

Unexpectedly, the bronze ware was indeed a collaboration with a museum, but it was not the one he recommended!

He called Thomas Harris first, wanting to know what was going on.

After all, he introduced Sean to him, and Sean changed the place without informing him, which must be due to some incidents.

He knew Sean well; if nothing had happened in between, Sean wouldn’t change the place with his character.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Thomas Harris complained:

"Old Richardson, the young man you introduced is just not reliable! He wants to cooperate with our museum right off the bat. He’s really bold! What’s his identity? How dare he say he wants to cooperate with us? I know he has goods on hand, but that’s not how things are done!

I scolded him a little, and he couldn’t take it, hanging up my phone—you wouldn’t even dare hang up on me, would you, Old Richardson?"

Obviously, Thomas Harris was playing the victim, but Melvin was an old fox and instantly understood what was going on.

He said nothing, and just hung up the phone with a "snap."

It was better not to befriend such a person.

He deleted Harris’s number and called Sean.

"Uncle Melvin Richardson, you saw the news, right? I’m sorry, but I put the bronze ware in our local museum."

"Little Sean, you don’t need to apologize. It’s actually my fault. I didn’t expect that Thomas would be so disgusting after all! He deserves it!"

"Well, it’s not a big deal. I just didn’t make it clear." Sean didn’t want to say more, so he just made a vague remark.

"It’s good that you didn’t make it clear." Melvin Richardson laughed, "If you really made it clear, it would scare him. Who knows what bad ideas he might have. Now that the items are at your place, I see they are giving them a lot of attention. The archaeology and antique worlds are both shook! This matter has really reached its peak, with more than 100 items ... "

"Hehehe." Sean laughed and felt somewhat proud. He had a good reason to be proud of this affair.

"Because of this, as long as you don’t do anything over the line in the future, no one will dare to mess with you anymore."

Melvin sighed. He had been collecting for half of his life and hadn’t reached this stage.

Little Sean was really lucky."

When Melvin called Sean, the Knight family was watching television.

The news of Sean and the Provincial Museum cooperating to exhibit more than 100 pieces of Shang Dynasty bronze ware, though it was reported verbally by the announcer, made the Knight family very happy.

Old Master Ralph Knight sighed:

"Bronze ware... that’s good stuff."

Mark Knight suddenly asked:

"Dad, when I was a kid, I heard you say that our old house used to have some bronze ware too, didn’t it?"

"Yes." Ralph Knight thought for a while and gestured, "It was a big tripod, this big..."

He put his hands together to gesture about 80 centimeters in diameter.

"As for the height, it was probably about a meter."

Oscar Knight couldn’t help but ask:

"Grandfather, where is the tripod now?"

Ralph Knight shook his head and sighed:

"It’s long gone! That was when I was a kid, and our family was quite wealthy at that time. There were several brothers in the family who hadn’t divided the property, so we all lived in a big courtyard with three houses. I was in the second house.

The big tripod was obtained by my grandfather’s generation. I don’t know if it was bought or dug up, but I saw it in my grandfather’s room at that time. Later, it was put in the rooms of the three houses in turn, staying in each family’s house for a year... After that, there were wars and chaos, and the tripod disappeared."

Oscar’s face was full of regret:

"If we had it now, it would be worth a lot of money, right!"

"Worth a fart!" Mark Knight slapped Sean on his back, "That thing can’t be sold! Even if we had it now, it would have to be donated—haven’t you seen it on TV everyday? They don’t allow the buying and selling of bronze ware."

"Then just keep it as a family heirloom!" Oscar touched his head and didn’t get angry. He laughed.

"Stop talking about keeping such things as heirlooms." Ralph shook his head, "You can’t sell them in a prosperous era, and they are not worth money in chaotic times.

It’s better to keep those goldwares that Sean got. In normal times, touching them feels refreshing. In case of emergency, you can throw them in the bank and get some money to help."

Mark Knight quickly nodded:

"Dad is right, that’s the idea."

Oscar thought to himself that the goldwares had no cultural value, no depth.

But in all honesty, thinking of the feeling he got when touching those golden scepters, it was really nice!

Even when he was with his girlfriend, he would become more aggressive!

So he just rubbed his head, laughing.

Right at this moment, Mark Knight’s mobile phone rang.

Mark Knight looked at the phone with confusion:

"Mr. Wesley from the store at the village entrance is calling. What does he want?"

Sean picked up the remote control and turned down the television volume.

"Mr. Wesley, what’s up?"

When villagers call, it’s usually about some issues, so pleasantries are not necessary when answering the phone.