Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 482 - 338: Sharing a Piece of the Pie_2

Chapter 482: Chapter 338: Sharing a Piece of the Pie_2

Although Robert was trustworthy, Sean knew he wasn’t a small figure anymore, and he needed to be cautious when necessary.

So Sean handed the matter over to Douglas Cooper.

After investigating for two days, Douglas informed Sean of the situation.

"Mr. Brown has a son and two daughters who are already adults. He also has an illegitimate child and a sister who hopes to inherit some of the property. Therefore, things are quite messy.

When Brown suddenly died, a number of his creditors came after him.

The real estate auction was initiated by the creditors because Brown’s cash disappeared after his death. Now the only option is to pay off the debts through the auction."

Sean recalled that Mr. Smith had introduced Brown as someone on the brink of bankruptcy, so even though Sean had provided Brown with a new source of income, it seemed that Brown would not use it to pay off his debts—

After all, bankruptcy would allow a company to be liquidated, and it seemed that Brown was quite influential and powerful. Even if his company went bankrupt, he could enjoy a comfortable life.

Everything seemed calm over the next few days, with no further attacks.

During this time, Sean visited Kathy in the hospital. He found that she was recovering very quickly. Even the doctor said it was a medical miracle—

Typically, patients from the ICU need at least one to two months to recover, but within one week, Kathy’s condition had almost returned to normal!

Sean thought to himself, this was surely the work of that life energy once again.

Kathy also didn’t want to stay in the hospital any longer, so Sean arranged for her discharge and took her back to the villa.

Although Kathy wanted to return to work as soon as possible, Sean refused her—Sean hoped that Kathy would rest for at least another half a month at the villa before starting work.

Kathy was deeply touched by her employer’s consideration.

On the day of the auction, Sean took Elijah Hastings with him. Lincoln Harrington and Douglas Cooper, both more sensitive individuals, stayed in the car as their drivers.

The auction was held at one of Brown’s private estates. When they arrived, there were already many people there.

Sean even saw Mr. Smith, who came with an elderly man in a suit with a solemn expression.

"Sean, I never thought I’d see you here," said Mr. Smith, coming over to greet him.

"I didn’t expect it either, Mr. Smith. Are you here to participate in the auction?"

"No, no, no," Smith shook his head. "Mr. Kerry invited me to help him verify the authenticity of some items."

Sean nodded.

From what he had learned, not only real estate but also some of Brown’s collected cultural relics would be auctioned at this event.

It seemed that Mr. Kerry was interested in those items.

After chatting with Smith for a moment, Sean took his invitation and entered the hall, finding his assigned seat.

Number 43.

This was not a front row seat, indicating that Robert’s influence wasn’t very strong.

However, having a seat was enough, and Sean didn’t want to be too high-profile.

Ten minutes later, the auction began.

The auctioneer, dressed in a suit, walked to the bidding platform and said:

"Ladies and gentlemen, before we start the auction, please allow me to propose a minute of silence in honor of the esteemed Mr. Brown."

Everyone stood up, lowering their heads.

Sean thought to himself, "Brown, rest assured, I will fulfill your unfulfilled wishes. I’ll definitely get Swan Lake and take the treasures hidden within!"

After the moment of silence, the auction began under the auctioneer’s guidance.

"The first item up for auction, a villa in Beverly Manor, covers an area of 2,300 square meters, fully equipped, please take a look at the photo..."

The auctioneer introduced the item, then gave the reserve price:

"One million and five hundred thousand dollars!"

Sean thought to himself, "Even though Brown was supposedly bankrupt, he still owned quite a few properties!"

He had heard of Beverly Manor before, but since it wasn’t in the same city, he had no plans to buy a house there.

Quite a few people were interested in this villa, and the bidding was lively. Soon the price soared to 35 million dollars, and it continued to rise!

"Thirty-eight million dollars! Number thirty-nine bids thirty-eight million dollars!"

"Someone’s raising the paddle - number forty-one bids 40 million US dollars, 40 million US dollars!"

Sean Knight turned his head to look at number forty-one, a white fat man, and sitting next to him was a woman with a tall and slender body, like a Victoria’s Secret model, whispering intimately to the fat man.

Sean could tell that this villa was being auctioned by the fat man for the woman.

Quite unexpected.

In the end, this villa was auctioned off for 67 million US dollars to number nineteen - a female guest dressed as a powerful woman in a suit, while number forty-one wore a face full of regret.

Sean thought these people were good at acting.

Next up for auction was a farmhouse in the New York suburbs, which had a large area but was relatively expensive - only then did Sean realize that the few farmhouses he owned had quietly been appreciating in value!

Good news indeed!

The auction proceeded quickly, but Sean was not interested in the earlier items, until the seventh item was up for auction, when Sean’s eyes brightened.

It was a set of items - due to the large number of things left by Brown, some of the large immovable properties, antiques, and oil paintings that were appraised by experts to have a higher value were auctioned separately, while some other things were auctioned in groups.

For example, the seventh item for auction was a set of wooden sculptures.

"These sculptures hail from the distant South American jungle, and those with knowledge should recognize that the material used is Brazilian rosewood.

There are eight pieces in this set, including a totem pole with strange patterns and seven figurines and animal sculptures used for sacrificial rituals.

According to expert research, the age of these sculptures can be traced back at least two thousand years, and the reserve price is 100,000 US dollars!"

"200,000 dollars!" Sean is the first one to raise the paddle.

"200,000 dollars! Guest number forty-three bids 200,000 US dollars! Is there anyone else bidding, is there anyone offering a higher price... this guest appears to be well-versed in the value..."

The auctioneer repeated it twice before someone else raised their paddle:

"250,000 dollars!"

"250,000 dollars! The eighteen guest bids 250,000 dollars! Is there anyone else bidding more? 250,000 dollars for the first time..."

"500,000 dollars!" As Sean stared at the soft green light emanating from the totem pole, he knew he had to win this item!

The energy contained within this thing was no less than the Big Cross!

With even higher purity and quality of energy than the Big Cross!

Could it be a totem pole from some tribe in the South American jungle?

"550,000 dollars..."

It seemed that guest number eighteen was deliberately trying to compete with Sean and only bid 50,000 dollars more each time.

Sean didn’t care, and at this point, some others sensed that there might be some value to this item and began to raise their paddles.

Then the price soared to 1.5 million dollars.

At this point, Sean continued to raise his paddle:

"1.6 million dollars!" He added increments of 100,000 dollars each time, so it didn’t stand out, but his persistence was felt by others.

At this time, guest number eighteen turned his head to look at Sean, and Sean found out that he was a Chinese.

That person’s gaze carried a hint of threat, but Sean ignored it then and there.

Buy if you have the money, get lost if you don’t. Trying to intimidate people here?

Ha, ha!

In the end, Sean won the set of totems for 2.1 million dollars. Guest number eighteen turned to look at Sean again and silently mouthed a sentence.

Sean could make out the lip movement: "Kid, I’ll remember you."

Sean scoffed with contempt, silently responding:

"Idiot, you really think you’re something, huh?"

The man fumed but ultimately restrained himself, turning away and saying nothing more.

Sean continued to participate in the subsequent auctions.

He felt that he, and the people present, were like a group of vultures, tearing at the carcass of a fallen elephant, each hoping to get a share of the spoils.