Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 440 - 315: The First Order Issued_2

Chapter 440: Chapter 315: The First Order Issued_2

"The gold is almost a hundred kilograms." Elijah Hastings reported.

Cheryl Suweton took over the conversation:

"I will contact the buyer. This hundred kilograms of gold, according to market price, is roughly 6 million dollars, but in actuality, it should sell for around ten million dollars."

Private trading can avoid taxes, making it a good practice.

Sean Knight, who was fishing, said:

"Ok."

Then he jerked the fishing rod, pulling up a half-meter-long salmon.

"Boss, you’re really good!"

"It’s my first time seeing someone use luncheon meat to fish!"

Sean laughed with self-satisfaction and continued to fish.

By the time the sun was setting, Sean and his group not only had a full meal of roasted salmon but also brought two more back to Andrew’s home.

At Andrew’s home entrance, Devon appeared again, warmly greeting Sean and his crew.

Despite his disguise, it was clear his attention was mostly on Cheryl.

But after Cheryl exchanged greetings with Old Master Andrew, she put the roasted fish on a plate, then went inside and did not come out again.

"Sean, we sincerely hope you can join our team. We have made progress, we found an Iron Cross badge left by the Schutzstaffel in the mine pit!"

Devon expressed his major discovery in hope to attract Sean and his team.

His topic was indeed intriguing, even Old Master Andrew couldn’t help but ask:

"Is that true?"

"Of course it’s true!" Devon guaranteed, "If we didn’t have to immediately hand it over to the backer of our treasure hunt team, I might have been able to show it to you!"

He thought that by revealing this news, Sean and his team would almost certainly join them.

Unfortunately, they greeted his news with strange looks.

Sean shook his head and said softly:

"Sorry, we are not used to cooperating with others."

Elijah Hastings turned his head to persuade Old Master Andrew to try some fish, claiming it tasted good.

Douglas Cooper turned away and coughed twice. He is not as skilled and was afraid he might laugh.

Even a dull individual like Devon could sense the awkward atmosphere.

But if they were not willing, he couldn’t insist. Besides, with Cheryl absent, it wasn’t interesting for him to stay, so he excused himself and left.

After a few bites of fish and a big swig of wine, Andrew wiped his mouth and asked Sean:

"Why don’t you join them? They seem promising."

"We want to find the treasure by ourselves. Joining them means just becoming a worker, not a partner." Sean spoke straight.

"Well, I can understand the arrogance of young people."

The next day, two cars went out again to "find treasure," but this time without a specific goal.

The plains, the forest, the river bay were all their destinations.

During the break, Sean and Cheryl separately called people they knew with satellite phones, inquiring about the prices of gold, cash, and weapons.

Sean was the first to get results.

Smith was the first person Sean called as he wanted to sell the batch of gold.

When he heard it was Schutzstaffel gold from World War II, Smith immediately made an offer:

"If it’s genuine, I’ll buy it for three times the current price of gold! Of course, it needs to be delivered to New York. If you need me to pick it up, it’s double the price."

Sean thought about the large amount of gold in his spatial realm and the price difference, and immediately said, "I’ll send it over!"

"Then I’ll wait for your good news, how much is there?"

"Roughly one ton." Sean spoke quietly. Smith heard and was startled!

"I’m regretting the offer I just made..." He chuckled bitterly, but still said, "Alright, I’ll wait for you to deliver it."

Sean then told Cheryl this news.

Cheryl had also finished her phone call. After hearing this news, her face changed from confusion to surprise.

"My contact is offering only one and a half times the price of gold, and we also need to deliver!"

"Then let’s do as I said."

"But how do we transport it?"

"I’ll rent a private airplane." Sean said with a smile.

Indeed, this is a good idea.

The next issue was cash. Sean Knight had forgotten to tell Smith about it, but Cheryl Suweton intended to take these three boxes directly, claiming that there were nobles in Sweden who collected these, and they offered a higher price.

Sean Knight didn’t say anything further.

As for the weapons, Sean thought for a moment and called Judy Morris, who had previously bought some replica weapons from him when he was in the shipping container business.

"Do you have fresh World War II German made G43s? I’ll give you 7,000 dollars for each!" On hearing this, Sean was overjoyed.

"How many can you buy?" Sean asked, sounding quite excited.

"As many as you have!" Sean was very enthusiastic. This kind of business was a must-do; these kinds of guns were very popular in the world of antique gun collecting!

"Really? Can you handle a thousand pieces?"

"What? Did you rob their armory? Impossible... I can’t handle that, definitely can’t..."

Eventually, Judy hung up the phone. The quantity was just too much for her.

Sean shook his head and sighed.

His connections in the collecting field were still too few.

He had to rely on Cheryl now.

Cheryl made several phone calls, and the final information was that the other party wanted to consider the offer.

"Several companies have to think it over, mainly because the quantity is too large."

That made sense.

"Boss, we’re being watched." Elijah Hastings whispered, "It’s the guys on the motorcycle, probably from the group we encountered before."

"Are they planning to retaliate?" Douglas Cooper speculated.

Then Lincoln Harrington suddenly said,

"Could they be tracking us to see if we can find the treasure?"

That was a high possibility!

After all, they were locals. If they found the treasure, they could incite the locals and would undoubtedly want a piece of the pie. They might even drive Sean’s group away.

Sean’s group was small and isolated, so it would be easy to drive them away.

If the people in the town knew the exact location of the treasure, they could easily be incited.

This reasoning made perfect sense.

"Then let them follow us." After figuring it out, Sean said, "Pretend not to know. Let’s hunt around for a few more days, then we’ll head back."

The second day, they continued their search, and Cheryl still had no news.

The third day, the fourth day...

By the time they returned early on the fifth afternoon, they ran into Devon again. This time the young man did not invite Sean’s group, and his face didn’t look as confident as before.

"If we continue searching for three more days without finding anything, it might be the end for this year." Devon looked somewhat discouraged.

"We’re leaving." Sean replied directly, "We plan to leave tomorrow."

Devon glanced at him, then Cheryl, nodded to show understanding, and then turned to leave.

This visit seemed like a farewell.

However, they didn’t wait until the second day. Sean’s group left hurriedly that day.

Because the buyer Cheryl had contacted was rushing to Stockholm and wanted to see some sample weapons.

Sean’s group took out a box of rifles, mixed in a box of handguns, submachine guns, and machine guns, and brought a box of bullets, they hurriedly left.

They were also bringing the three boxes of cash to the noble in Sweden on this trip.

When they arrived in Stockholm, it was already dark. They checked into a hotel, showered, and rested properly.

The next day, the first to come was the noble Cheryl had contacted. After seeing the three boxes of cash, the noble was very pleased, claiming it was the best collection he had ever seen!

Finally, the three boxes of cash were sold for eight million dollars!

The smooth transaction made Sean’s group smile.

"Let’s hope the weapon trade goes smoothly as well." Sean said, "If they’re not too difficult, we can even sell them those documents too!"

Cheryl nodded in agreement. Although those documents were also worth a good deal of money, and people were willing to spend money on research,

But it was hard to secretly dig them out and peddle them around, plus the cycle was quite long,

It would be better to bundle them together and sell them.

In the afternoon, the representative of the weapon collector arrived.

"Indeed, it’s a brand new piece of treasure!" Looking at the rifles, handguns, and other weapons in the car, this representative looked like an expert. He picked up the weapons and operated them skillfully, exclaiming admiringly as he did.

"A thousand dollars for the rifles, five hundred dollars for the handguns, eight hundred dollars for the submachine guns, two thousand dollars for the machine guns, we’ll take them all!"

That’s too low!