Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 89: The Harvest is Always Unexpected

Chapter 89: Chapter 89: The Harvest is Always Unexpected

"Alright, the observation period is over. The starting bid for this warehouse is ten dollars, with a minimum increment of five dollars each time. The auction begins!"

However, there was a long silence, no one spoke up.

Everyone present was no fool, it was clear that this warehouse held little value.

Everything they could see was second-hand goods left at the entrance for anyone to pick, and some items should have been in the trash in the first place.

That’s why the administrator set a super low price of ten dollars.

Even he felt it was a bit unlucky; it seemed impossible to recover the initial cost invested in this warehouse.

Therefore, the administrator turned his gaze to Sean Knight.

This newcomer from China seemed to be wealthy.

Would he be willing to bid on this warehouse?

"Ten dollars, ten dollars! With only ten dollars, you might find a hidden gem in this warehouse! It is common for people to conceal their treasures in inconspicuous corners to avoid attention..."

The administrator started promoting, even a bid of ten dollars would at least cover the cleaning costs of the warehouse, right?

After all, to hire someone to clean up this garbage would take at least tens of dollars!

"Alright then, at ten dollars!" Sean Knight seemed unable to resist and raised his hand.

"Yo, yo, see that? This Chinese gentleman has bid ten dollars. Anyone else willing to bid higher, ten dollars! Ten dollars! Any bidders? Is there anyone else?"

"No more, no more!" Big-bearded impatiently answered, "Hurry up and end the auction, we still want to see the next warehouse!"

Feeling helpless, the administrator turned to Sean Knight and said:

"Alright, at ten dollars, congratulations!"

Soon after Sean paid and signed, he was granted the rights to clean up the warehouse.

There were still two other warehouses left up for auction, but Sean didn’t follow the crowd.

He felt he had used up most of his luck for that day. There probably wouldn’t be any valuable items left in the remaining warehouses.

When the crowd left just now, the big-bearded man gave Sean a contemptuous look.

Clearly, he thought that Sean spending ten dollars to bid on this warehouse was simply asking for trouble!

Sean didn’t care about this blatant provocation one bit. The only thing that mattered to him was what lay beneath the bedding!

Only when everyone had left did Sean go into the warehouse.

Everything in there was so shabby it couldn’t attract a crowd.

Sean walked inside, pinched his nose, and lifted the bedspread, his eyes grew wide!

Underneath the bedding, there were neatly four stacks of US dollars!

They were all hundred-dollar bills. They didn’t look brand new, but they were clean and tidy.

After a quick glance, Sean immediately bent down to stuff the bills into his pocket.

Thinking for a moment, he pulled out one of the bills quickly and then quickly left the place as if staying there one more second would get him dirty.

Though he had already left, Sean could already feel an itch on his skin.

Who knew if there were lice or similar parasites in there...

Apparently, just as Sean had speculated earlier, this place had been the dwelling of a vagrant.

But why would a vagrant leave behind so much money?

Where did this vagrant go?

From the leftover food in the pot and the towel rolled up on the bed, it was easy to tell that the person living here had left in a hurry.

Even the food in the pot wasn’t finished.

Did something unexpected happen to him?

Sean was guessing wildly.

At this moment, someone was approaching from a distance.

Sean remembered him as one of the earlier bidders.

But he had never raised his card throughout the auction.

Looking at this young man with brown skin, his clothes were neither new nor old, and he didn’t look very lively. It didn’t seem like he was a wealthy person.

Sean Knight stopped him:

"Hi! Buddy, has the auction over there ended?"

"No." The young man with brown skin stopped, said: "One warehouse has been auctioned off. I didn’t get it. There’s still one warehouse left, but I’m not very hopeful, so I’m thinking about going home."

"Well, there’s a job here, do you want it?" Sean pointed to the warehouse behind him.

"What do you mean?" The young man seemed at a loss.

"Clean it up, get rid of the trash in the right place, and then you can get a hundred dollars. How’s that?"

Since the last time he encountered that white girl, Sean Knight knew that not everyone who participated in the warehouse auction was wealthy.

Some people might not even have a hundred dollars on them!

The young man hesitated when he heard "a hundred dollars".

To clean or not to clean?

Footsteps sounded from behind.

The young man immediately nodded:

"I agree!"

"Alright." Sean Knight put away the hundred dollars, pointed ahead and said,

"I’ll deal with the stuff in Warehouse Seventeen. You can find me there when you are done."

He would not pay first.

Here, if you give the money to the young man first, in the next step, there is an eighty percent chance that when you come to check, everything in the warehouse is still there, but the young man is gone.

The so-called contract spirit propagated by capitalists and public intellectuals only applies under the premise of strict laws and severe punishments.

Here, it’s useless.

Sean came back to Warehouse Seventeen and opened the locked iron gate.

Inside was a sealed doomsday fortress like an oil barrel.

There was another door that was locked.

Sean saw when he opened his Sky Eye, the oval space, the thickness of the outer steel plate exceeded one centimeter, ordinary bullets can’t penetrate!

He opened the door and crawled in.

As soon as someone enters, the lights turn on.

The canned goods on the shelf were still within the expiry date; as for the guns, Sean took a look, M24, M16, Glock 17, the bullets were all matched. The gun in the secret box was a large-caliber Desert Eagle, the kind that ordinary people don’t use.

He picked up the telescope on the table to take a look, and found that it actually had night vision!

This thing is not cheap!

Sean picked up a knife and played with it in his hand, putting away the one that felt the best in his hand.

This thing is for his personal use!

Sean felt that just this doomsday fortress could be sold for several tens of thousands of dollars!

He walked out, locked the door, and called Mr. John.

"You said what? Doomsday fortress? Where did you go?"

Mr. John felt that Sean was really a troublemaker!

Just finished dealing with a freight yard, now running to open a warehouse.

Even pulled out a doomsday fortress?

However, thinking about the things Sean revealed earlier, Mr. John felt that if next time Sean brought out a missile, he wouldn’t be surprised!

"...There are four guns and hundreds of bullets inside, the models are... There’s a generator, night vision device, a set of batteries... The whole fortress was welded from steel plates more than one centimeter thick..."

After Sean told all the parameters of the doomsday fortress, Mr. John pondered for a few seconds, then said,

"Well, there are indeed people interested in this stuff here. Such a good thing, I think even Oakley will not disgrace it!

You wait for the call!"

After Sean put away his mobile phone, he saw the brown-skinned young man running over.

"Hello! The warehouse has been cleaned up, can you go and see it?"

Sean didn’t expect this guy to be so fast. He nodded and went over.

Indeed, the warehouse was cleaned very cleanly, and the things inside were all thrown somewhere.

"Did you throw the things randomly?" Sean asked.

"No, no, no." The brown-skinned young man pointed outside and said,

"I called two helpers and together we threw the stuff into the large trash bin across the road. The remaining stuff, some were taken by a vagrant."

"Alright, I trust you." Sean locked the door, took out the hundred dollars and handed it to the young lad, "You have potential, keep it up, young man!"

The young man was surprised for a moment, but after accepting the hundred dollars, he said excitedly,

"Thank you!"

Then he turned around and ran off.

Sean went to the administrator and handed in the keys to Warehouse Seventeen first, and then he received an unfamiliar phone call.

As he answered the call, he was wondering, how much was this Oakley guy willing to offer?