Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 583 - 388: It’s still not clear who’s fishing for whom

Chapter 583: Chapter 388: It’s still not clear who’s fishing for whom

"The man is named Andrew Ivanovich Petrov. I need you to look into this Russian’s background." Sean Knight called Robert, and then hung up on Robert’s grumbling.

It was midnight in the Americans’ time zone, so it was normal that Robert complained.

However, Sean needed concrete information about this Andrew to deduce whether it was a trap or not, so it was necessary to make the call, and as soon as possible.

After making the call, Sean told his mother:

"Mom, I’m going to the village store for a bit, and I’ll be back late tonight."

"Be careful, and don’t drink too much if you plan on drinking."

Sean agreed, then left the front gate of the Courtyard.

He greeted people along the way.

Everyone in the village knew that the second son of the Knight family had become wealthy. However, they didn’t treat Sean any differently; they just became friendlier.

When he arrived at the village store, the barbecue had already started, and many people were sitting under the grape trellis, drinking beer and playing cards.

Almost every family in the village had joined the cooperative, so people were free to work or not during the busy farming season. Consequently, the village store had become quite popular.

The store owner’s children had already settled down elsewhere, so the three-room house partitioned into a warehouse, supermarket, card room, etc. The husband and wife busily attended to their guests.

When they saw Sean coming, many people greeted him proactively. Sean took a seat at a vacant spot that his childhood friend had vacated.

"Playing landlords? Or running fast?"

The two ways of playing cards were similar; Sean watched them shuffle cards and asked.

"Running fast." The person shuffling the cards was Edward Irons, a villager who was about seven or eight years older than Sean; they hadn’t interacted much before, but now he was laughing and explaining, "The stakes are one yuan each."

"All right." Sean nodded.

This surprised the others.

After all, the Knights had strict rules; it was acceptable for Ralph and Mark Knight to play cards occasionally, but Sean and Oscar were never allowed to gamble when they went to school.

Guests could visit their home, but card playing was strictly forbidden.

Now that Sean could play at these stakes, things had really changed.

"Great!" Some people’s eyes lit up when they heard this, while others’ expressions were hard to read. More and more onlookers gathered around.

Sean didn’t play cards often and casually played while casually losing several rounds. In the end, he lost more than twenty yuan.

Sean then turned to the boss, who was passing by:

"Boss, pour me a pitcher of beer." He handed over a hundred-yuan note, "Please give me the change."

"Sure." The boss smiled and took the money.

When the beer was served, Sean opened it as they shuffled cards and handed a bottle to everyone. He said:

"A toast to everyone."

Then he cleared the stakes and stood up, saying:

"I’m not playing anymore. My luck stinks today."

"Haha, it’ll be better tomorrow." Someone agreed while drinking.

Sean picked up his beer and went to the mahjong table, where the players were mostly over fifty years old. After watching a round, he went back to watch others play.

Some people gave up their seats, but he shook his head and later got some barbecue for everyone to eat.

By the time he got home, it was midnight already.

For the next three days, he spent his time like this.

On the third evening, Robert called Sean with some information.

"The Andrew you were investigating is in big trouble this time. He was friends with a spy from Ukraine who’s very good at disguising himself, and stole a lot of intelligence during his time in Moscow.

Although Andrew wasn’t deeply involved, his workplace is classified, so not only did he lose his job, but he also faces charges of treason.

He’s now trying to sell off his assets to establish connections and is also hiring assassins to kill the spy who may have already fled Moscow."

"So you’re saying that Andrew does exist, and his ancestors were indeed Russian diplomats during the invasion of China?"

Sean’s heart sank more than halfway.

"Yes. Andrew is very proud of that history and often shares it with others, so many people know about it.

My source also looked into it, and some have seen photos of Andrew’s ancestors taken in your China’s Kyoto."

"All right, I understand now. Thank you."

"No need to thank me. The money you had stored with me is all spent because of this. I’m doing this because of the money, not because of you. Get your money ready if you need my help again."

Robert hung up the phone, and Sean laughed in bed.

Although Robert deliberately undervalued their friendship, Sean knew he was reliable.

So, this trip to Moscow was necessary.

Even though there was a war going on over there, it was still far away from Moscow.

After confirming the matter, Sean went to Gerald’s house.

"Sean, what’s up?" Gerald was watering the vegetables in his yard. When he saw Sean enter, he put down the hose, letting it run onto the ground on its own, then washed his hands and came over.

"Yes." Sean said to Gerald:

"Gerald, please tell your friend Mr. Kenton that I might be going to Moscow in the next two days, and he should wait for me."

"Okay, I’ll call him later." Gerald wiped his wet hands on his clothes and smiled excitedly.