Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 443 - 317: Frustration and Smooth Sailing

Chapter 443: Chapter 317: Frustration and Smooth Sailing

Sean Knight brought Elijah Hastings back to the villa, then transferred 1.8 million dollars to him, saying:

"This is the split from selling the gold, for the three of you. Smith still wants to come and see the guns, so when the deal is made, I’ll transfer the rest to you guys."

Elijah nodded to show his understanding.

"You’re free to do what you like for the next couple of days. If I need you, I’ll call you."

Sean Knight let Elijah rest mainly to conveniently take out the remaining cash and gold from the spatial realm.

The second day, Smith arrived at the villa as promised.

Seeing Sean Knight alone at the entrance of the villa, Smith had his people wait outside and he went in by himself.

"Take a look, this is the gold, and there’s something else you might want to check."

"What is it?" Smith wondered, isn’t it just guns? What else could there be?

Now Sean Knight’s villa’s living room had turned into an exhibition space, with a box each of pistols, rifles, and machine guns all laid out.

There were also boxes of old US dollars, British pounds, and Deutschmarks on display.

Smith was an expert and could tell the age of these items at a glance.

He took a deep breath:

"Your haul this time... it’s quite big!"

"Will you take these banknotes?"

In response to Smith’s exclamation, Sean Knight just smiled and then said, "And those weapons."

"I need to check their condition first." Although he could roughly tell at a glance, being a professional, Smith still squatted down and started checking the condition of the pistols.

Sean Knight wasn’t in a hurry either, he also picked up a G43 rifle and tried it out.

This gun did look old and he was not familiar with it, so he put it aside after trying it – it wasn’t as comfortable as the Type 56 semi-automatic he had in his spatial realm.

"Ruger P8, what a classic!" Smith exclaimed after taking apart a pistol and reassembling it. "I never thought I’d see so many brand new Rugers, if that guy Sears ever finds out, he’d be so envious!"

"If we can make this deal, this box is yours." Sean Knight said with a smile, "Compared to the others, it’s not worth much."

"You got a deal." Smith laughed and went on to check the other items.

"These rifles and machine guns are nice, but the price isn’t necessarily higher than the Ruger. After all, Ruger is more famous. But they are all brand new, so each one should be worth at least four or five thousand dollars - of course, if the quantity is large, the price might drop a bit."

Smith was checking and talking at the same time.

Sean thought that this price was good enough, at least much higher than that unreasonable agent’s.

He didn’t know that the agent was currently being cursed by his boss:

"I understand you want to make a profit, but how can you be so stupid and greedy?"

"It’s understandable for you to make a thirty or fifty percent profit on each gun if you can buy them, that’s your ability."

"But how dare you offer nearly one-eighth of the purchase price to buy their products? Do you really think you can walk horizontally here?"

The agent was almost in tears!

How could he walk horizontally? After being exposed in Stockholm, he was virtually "escorted out of the country" all over Sweden, with no place to stay!

There was even no place to eat!

He was just short of being pelted with rotten eggs!

"What’s worse is that you’ve offended the entire European royal family! Not just you, but the entire company is also implicated! The company has now been declared unwelcome by the royal families!"

"I’m telling you, if you can’t resolve this within three days, I’ll resolve you! Now get out!"

The agent was already at his wit’s end. How could he solve this?

On the other hand, Smith had finished examining the firearms and went on to look at the banknotes.

"The traces of use on these banknotes are fake. The original banknotes are brand new." Compared to firearms, coins were Smith’s expertise, and he could tell at a glance the traces on these banknotes.

"So they were aging them back then?" Sean hadn’t noticed before, but now he found it hard to understand as he looked at the banknotes.

"Probably because they were afraid that it would be difficult to spend them when they took them out later, so they simply aged them." Smith only took out a few banknotes and said:

"The banknotes are real, but the Deutschmark has long been discontinued. It can only be used for collection - In fact, the value of the collection is not particularly high, and it’s not as valuable as the British pounds."

"Each box contains 50,000 pounds, 500,000 dollars, and 1 million marks." Sean said the numbers.

"How many boxes in total?" Smith asked.

"Roughly... about fifteen." Sean replied.

"So... for each... I’ll quote you a price for each." Smith stood there and thought about it, saying, "Six million dollars for each set."

This price was lower than the one given by Cheryl’s relative.

However, Sean could accept it.

After all, the quantity was large, and the relative was a collector who was willing to pay a high price because he liked the items.

Smith was doing business, so naturally, he couldn’t take too much risk.

"Deal!"

The remaining 900 kilograms of gold and 45 boxes of cash brought Sean a revenue of 252 million dollars.

"I can find buyers for these firearms, but not here." After Smith’s men moved the cash and gold, he transferred the money to Sean and completed the two deals before saying:

"And I need to contact the other party to explain the specifics of the firearms. By the way, how much stock do you have?"

"A few thousand." Sean said, "About a thousand pistols, at most two thousand rifles, five hundred submachine guns, and about four hundred machine guns. Oh yeah, there’s also a large quantity of bullets."

"You found the Schutzstaffel’s armory?" Smith exclaimed, "That’s a huge amount, enough to organize a small-scale battle!"

"The stuff hasn’t been removed yet. If the people you find are interested, it’s best to have them go there and pick it up." Sean said, "We can help with the government relations here, and we’ll take care of the taxes."

Smith laughed and said:

"Sean, don’t worry. The connections of the people I can find are more than enough to solve these small problems. But it depends on whether they’re willing to take on such a large amount of firearms.

After all, releasing these items into the antique gun market will depress prices for quite some time."

Smith went to make a phone call, and Sean’s mood began to stabilize at this time.

Even if he couldn’t sell the guns, he had made enough money on this trip.

What remained was how to give some extra money to Cheryl and Elijah under a reasonable pretext so that his conscience could be at ease.

Of course, he wouldn’t really split the profits proportionally. In fact, Sean took about eighty percent of it, but he contributed more than ninety percent of the effort.

So he would symbolically give them some more money, but not too much.

After all, it’s not good to cultivate the habit of doing less and taking more in others.