Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 522 - 358: The Power of the Action Faction

Chapter 522: Chapter 358: The Power of the Action Faction

In a villa, a middle-aged man was earnestly saying:

"Mr. Winston, can we discuss this again? These hundred and eighty pieces of cultural relics belong to our country! We at Ocean City Museum hope to bring them back... How about this, if five million is not enough, I’ll make the call, I’ll add another 3 million, what about eight million dollars?"

Old Mr. Winston said:

"Mr. Leo, it’s not about the money. It’s about whether they can be preserved or not. Even if I give you these things, can you guarantee that they will definitely be preserved in China?"

"Definitely!" Mr. Leo firmly assured, "Our museum now has the best security facilities and the best preservation environment, how could we not keep them safe?"

Old Mr. Winston shook his head again:

"Mr. Leo, you should understand my meaning. It wasn’t a momentary idea to send these cultural relics to the Metropolitan Museum.

You’ve seen it, I’m old and won’t live for many more years. If these things are kept at home, after I’m gone, there is a high possibility that the younger generation will sell them.

I want them to be well-preserved, so I have to send them out..."

"Then why not send them to China?" Mr. Leo was still puzzled.

"China? Haha!" Old Mr. Winston laughed, "All these years, I have seen it clearly. Sending them to China, there is an 80% chance that they won’t be preserved - don’t refute me yet, just listen to me."

Mr. Leo was about to speak, but on hearing this, he had no choice but to be silent.

"Not to mention that decades ago, some people opened antique shops, directly selling a large number of cultural relics. Who can guarantee that this kind of thing won’t happen again?"

As he asked this, Mr. Leo immediately wanted to retort, but Mr. Winston didn’t allow him to speak, and continued:

"I’ve even seen things in this country with museum collection tags being sold openly..."

Mr. Leo opened his mouth, speechless, knowing that Mr. Winston would not let him argue.

As expected, Mr. Winston continued:

"Now there is only one superpower in the world. Although the Americans have become somewhat stagnant in their development, everyone knows that they are still the most powerful country. And because they are located in a single continent, the major wars have never reached their homeland."

Mr. Leo had to admit to this point.

"So, putting things here, at least there’s no worry about them being damaged by war - I, as an old man, have experienced several wars, and I’ve seen through this world. There will be wars in the world sooner or later. At that time... if I put them in your place, can you protect them?"

As Mr. Leo was about to speak, Mr. Winston stood up with a stern face and said:

"I don’t want to hear any lip service! Ocean City is located on the coast, in the front line, so if there is a war, your city will be the first to be destroyed. If I put my things there, can they be preserved?"

Mr. Leo felt somewhat sad.

Is this really the thinking of the old man in front of him?

Everything is based on the assumption of war?

Haha.

He knew the conversation would not progress any further.

Standing up, Mr. Leo said:

"Mr. Winston, since you have made up your mind, I won’t say anything more."

Last time he came, he bought a batch of cultural relics from here for 450,000 dollars, which was a mission accomplished.

This time, it turned out to be a fruitless effort.

After Mr. Leo left, Mr. Winston’s son came in and sneered:

"They want to buy our stuff for that little money, they must be kidding..."

"Little Ocean, don’t talk nonsense." Old Mr. Winston sat down, sipped a cup of tea and said:

"Mr. Leo is quite conscientious. His idea is not entirely wrong."

"But those things were collected and purchased by our Winston family, not smuggled out illegally like some people! We can dispose of them however we want!"

"That’s why they didn’t make things difficult for us." Old Mr. Winston maintained a calm attitude, "He just came for a transaction, not to force us to hand them over. Just do as I ask and send the things over without all the talk."

"I just can’t stand him." Little Ocean’s expression was genuinely unhappy, "Anyway, we have taken back our money from Silicon Valley Bank, and we don’t care about this small amount. Donating them will also gain us a good reputation here."

"Don’t be so decisive." Old Mr. Winston instructed his son, "People who are not our kind will have different hearts. If you want to stay here for a long time, you have to make ten or a hundred times more effort than others in the future!"

"We are donating things now, aren’t we?" Little Ocean muttered.

"It’s not enough, it’s definitely not enough." Old Mr. Winston sighed, "Actually, I also want to go back, but I’m afraid that it will happen again... Ah, that’s something you need to consider. I’m old, I don’t want to think about it anymore..."

Little Ocean nodded, went out, and arranged to transport the cultural relics.

Although he didn’t think there would be any danger, he still made a phone call to remind the hired people once again that safety must be ensured.

Everything was calm until the day the goods were to be transported.

Old Mr. Winston had already taken a car to the destination first, and Little Ocean was driving a small car, following the truck.

As the cars were about to be driven, Sean Knight had already received the information.

His car merged into the flow of numerous vehicles, deliberately controlling his speed, slowly moving to the position a few cars ahead of the truck.

Everything was going smoothly.

When they reached the tunnel, Sean became a little nervous. Then he heard a "bang, bang" noise, and the two cars in front crashed into each other.

Some cars that couldn’t brake in time also crashed consecutively, causing chaos at the entrance of the tunnel!

Then the lights in the tunnel suddenly went out, and someone had cut off the power.

Sean had already braked his car in the dark, stealthily got out, put on a hood, and quickly came to the truck.