Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 598 - 395: Worthy of Divine Craftsmanship!

Chapter 598: Chapter 395: Worthy of Divine Craftsmanship!

The matter of the jade seal wasn’t settled yet, and Melvin Richardson called Sean Knight.

The old master wanted to meet with Sean Knight, see the objects, and then decide.

Melvin Richardson told Sean Knight the old master’s name.

Timothy Bailey, seventy-eight years old.

Former expert in the Imperial Palace’s restoration team, currently retired, living a leisurely life in Ocean City.

The old man has a son and a daughter, both working in the system. The old master lives alone in the suburbs of Ocean City, and his children visit him regularly.

"Sean, when you go later, you should be polite. The old master has a good temper usually and is just an ordinary old man. But when it comes to cultural relics, he’s usually more serious..."

"I got it." Sean Knight carried a package, in which was the phoebe zhennan wooden box containing the real golden crown.

Lincoln Harrington drove the car, Howard Richardson sat in the passenger seat, and Melvin Richardson and Sean Knight sat in the back.

Gathering what was in Sean Knight’s hands, Howard Richardson said while driving:

"Why don’t you let us take a look at the stuff? It won’t spoil just by looking at it..."

"Howard, don’t talk about it anymore, can’t look at it right now." Melvin Richardson stopped him before Sean Knight could speak, "It’s still uncertain whether this matter will be successful today, so don’t let the air out first."

Hearing the seriousness in his Uncle Melvin Richardson’s voice, Howard Richardson had no choice but to endure it.

They parked the car in front of a small courtyard, and the three of them got out, just in time to see someone coming out of the entrance of the courtyard.

There were two people coming out, a middle-aged fat man and a tall and burly white person who looked quite young, no more than thirty years old.

The fat man walked outside the door with some unwillingness, turned his head and said to the inside of the door:

"Old Master, we’ve come a long way, please help us out. You’ve seen it too, this kind of gold filigree panlong craftsmanship, only you can figure it out here. If this thing isn’t repaired, it’ll really be ruined... Can you bear to watch it go bad? We can negotiate the cost of restoration further..."

"Get lost!"

An old man’s vigorous voice spat out a word from inside.

Then the door "slammed" shut.

The fat man was frightened by the closing of the door and stood there for a few seconds before cursing:

"What the fuck? The old immortal..."

Cursing and grumbling, he turned around, facing Sean Knight and the others.

Seeing the four people looking at him, the fat man originally intended to utter a few harsh words. However, seeing that there were three tall and strong young men among them, he realized that he probably couldn’t fight them off in any way and left with the white foreigner miserably.

"Fucking hell, there are always Japanese soldiers." Howard Richardson cursed, looking at the fat man’s retreating figure.

Howard squinted and said:

"I know this guy, James Kelly, a fairly famous broker in Ocean City, specializing in peddling goods to the outside. Because there’s no evidence and mainly pimping, he’s been in and out several times, but it’s just minor offenses."

Sean Knight turned his head and took a look, remembering this person.

Lincoln Harrington went up and knocked on the door, and someone inside shouted:

"Get lost! I’m calling the police if you don’t leave!"

"Elder Moore, it’s me, Melvin Richardson! I’m the one who called you yesterday!" Melvin Richardson yelled outside.

The door opened, and before Sean Knight appeared a thin, tough-looking old man.

He was under one meter and seventy centimeters tall, and Sean Knight didn’t think his weight would exceed fifty kilograms. However, he looked like he had some strength in him.

"Melvin, come in and sit down." The old man glanced at everyone, found Melvin Richardson, nodded, and said, "You must have seen it just now, some bastards wanted me to repair something for them, which pissed me off."

Without waiting for Melvin Richardson to speak, he said to Howard Richardson at the back:

"Young man, close the door!"

Howard Richardson hastily complied.

The courtyard wasn’t big, but it was exquisitely arranged. It wasn’t a traditional flower-growing courtyard; there were some iron art decorations and children’s toys like swings and trampolines.

"My grandchildren come over on weekends, they like these, so I got some." Elder Moore explained with a glance at everyone’s curious gaze, then asked Sean Knight:

"Young man, it’s you who wants to repair something? Open it up and let me see!"

Sean Knight placed the phoebe zhennan wooden box on the only wooden round table in the small courtyard and opened the box lid.

Melvin Richardson and Howard Richardson, who were initially looking around curiously, immediately gathered around. They stared at Sean Knight’s movements and the box without even blinking.

The old man also quieted down at this moment and even lightened his breathing a bit.

Sean Knight opened the box, took out the somewhat "wretched" looking golden crown, and carefully placed it on the table.

"Elder, please see."

Sean Knight took a step back, making room for him.

"It doesn’t look that good, huh..." Howard Richardson took a glance and was a little disappointed. Apart from obviously being made of pure gold, even the lining was made of finely woven golden wire; he couldn’t see anything else.

Also, it was a bit old and dirty, and some parts were dented. The appearance wasn’t very good.

However, as soon as he said this, he immediately incurred the wrath of everyone - at least Elder Moore glared at him, and Melvin Richardson not only glared at him but also whispered sternly:

"If you don’t speak, nobody will consider you mute!"

Howard Richardson felt wronged but didn’t dare to speak.

Sean Knight patted him and smiled to comfort him.

The old man simply pulled a chair and sat in front of the golden crown to examine it carefully without touching it.

Melvin Richardson also pulled another chair and looked seriously at it.

The two men kept adjusting their perspectives and looked carefully for a full ten minutes. Elder Moore sighed, rubbed his eyes, stood up, and said to Sean Knight: