Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 90: Warehouse Treasure Hunters Also Have a Hierarchy of Contempt

Chapter 90: Chapter 90: Warehouse Treasure Hunters Also Have a Hierarchy of Contempt

Before Oakley arrived, the big-bearded man had already walked over while whistling cheerfully.

He was very happy, as he had just auctioned off a warehouse with a full set of solid wood furniture in great condition. He bought it for 1,300 dollars and immediately sold it for 5,000 dollars.

In less than an hour, he made a profit of 3,700 dollars, which was not an everyday occurrence!

Walking back, he purposely circled around Sean Knight, boasting in his mind.

Seeing Sean idly lingering at the warehouse entrance, the big-bearded man couldn’t help but whistle and mockingly say:

"Hey! Buddy! Is there nothing behind that iron plate? Warehouse auctions require skill, it’s not just about money! In this line of work, you still have a lot to learn!"

As a veteran among treasure hunters, the big-bearded man felt it necessary to teach this Chinese guy the rules of the trade.

Sean glanced at the big-bearded man, ignoring him.

It seemed that not only many Chinese people love to play the teacher, but Americans also have people who like to do the same.

There’s no need to indulge such people. Just ignore them.

The big-bearded man saw that Sean was not paying attention to him, and was somewhat annoyed. He walked up to Sean and said loudly:

"Hey! Chinese boy, I’m talking to you! Do you understand what I mean? I mean well! You should know..."

Sean impatiently interrupted him:

"Do you know why my neighbor’s old grandmother can live to be 105 years old?"

The big-bearded man was suddenly interrupted and somewhat puzzled. He asked:

"Why? What does this have to do with what I’m saying?"

"She could live that long because she never interfered in other people’s business!"

The big-bearded man thought for a while before realizing what Sean meant.

So, Sean was saying he should mind his own business!

The big-bearded man was furious!

He was about to confront Sean when he saw a tall white old man stride over.

Seeing Sean, the old man’s eyes brightened, and he reached out his hand with a smile saying:

"You’re the Sean Mr. John mentioned?"

"You’re Mr. Oakley?" Sean ignored the big-bearded man, as business was more important.

"Yes." Oakley was very enthusiastic. After shaking hands, he asked:

"Sean, where is the doomsday fortress you mentioned?"

The big-bearded man’s ears perked up at the mention of the word.

Is there a doomsday fortress behind this iron plate? Really?

He couldn’t help but want to go in and have a look.

Sean opened the door, and Oakley went in first.

Seeing the oil drum-like doomsday fortress, Oakley praised:

"Not bad, not bad! This is a mobile fortress or safe house for the apocalypse. It’s clear that its former owner is an expert!"

When Sean opened the "oil drum" door, and the well-lit room and furnishings were revealed, Oakley nodded and walked in.

Sean followed Oakley into the room, while the big-bearded man wanted to go in too but was stopped by Sean at the door.

The big-bearded man was somewhat dissatisfied, but he didn’t try to push through when he saw Sean’s warning look.

Oakley already knew there were guns inside. So, he first located the gun box and inspected the firearms. He then examined the generator, night vision device, and the remaining two knives, as well as the canned food on display on the shelves.

"Not bad, not bad! Whoever owned this was an expert!"

Finally, Oakley didn’t hesitate to heap praise, "Although the items are simple, each is very useful! I’ll take the fortress!"

"What about the price?" Sean asked. He didn’t have a good understanding of the value of these items.

The big-bearded man outside also pricked up his ears.

Oakley thought for a moment and said:

"How about 35,000 dollars? I brought a truck, if you think the price is right, I’ll pay now and then tow it away!"

"Alright, no problem!" Sean also thought the price was very reasonable.

At least it was nearly twenty times the cost, not bad, right?

When the big-bearded man outside heard, he was almost jealous and furious!

He made three or four thousand dollars and was so happy that he had almost jumped for joy.

How about the others?

He wanted to laugh at them, but he didn’t expect them to make ten times as much as he did!

Lucky Chinese boy!

What a load of crap!

The big-bearded man turned and left angrily, not wanting to see the smug face of Sean.

If it had been him, he wouldn’t know what kind of harsh words he’d say later!

After paying, Sean handed the keys to Oakley.

There was only one doomsday fortress in this warehouse.

If there was anything extra, it would be just the iron gate outside.

Oakley had to remove the iron gate if he wanted to take the doomsday survival fortress away.

So Sean went straight to the Administration Office and took care of the paperwork to leave.

From both warehouses, he had made more than seventy thousand dollars.

Not bad!

Driving his Raptor Pickup, Sean happily whistled.

Halfway through, Mr. John called.

"I sold your six pieces of gold. The total weight is about 3 kilograms, and because it’s not very pure, the price is slightly lower, at 180,000 dollars.

Do you want to come and get the cash, or shall I transfer it to you?"

"Just transfer it to me." Sean would have liked the cash, but he already had more than seventy thousand dollars on him. Carrying so much cash now is really not safe.

He now felt that he indeed needed a secure place to store those secret and valuable items.

What a hassle!

In a short while, the transfer record was received. Sean hesitated whether he should sell the remaining gold and rough gemstones or not, but finally decided not to.

He ate dinner at Jason’s before returning to his rented place. The food had vastly improved, so he praised Freya for a while, ate enough, and drove back.

After greeting Aunt Susan, Sean returned to his room, and first video-called with Joanna. He hung up the phone, not wanting to leave the girl’s reluctant eyes.

Sean almost decided to drive to her school, but thought better of it.

He took out the diary left by Joseph and started reading it.

He always felt that Joseph’s description of the Nazi in the diary was suggestive.

He had only glanced at it before, not knowing if he could find anything from it.

After all, Nazi, well, everyone knows!

He read half the night and finally got some content!

If the Nazi could become a rich man in New York, he must have brought something with him!

At that time, the Nazis robbed so many national treasures from European countries!

Those that were found later were only a minority!

More of them were scattered among the people, or hidden in certain places.

This man was supposed to be hanged but escaped to New York, he must have gone through some connections.

So, what did he use? Clearly!