Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 94: The History of the Saddle

Chapter 94: Chapter 94: The History of the Saddle

"Mr. Knight, are you selling this sword?" Harry Roberts felt this situation too surreal, but the artifact was right there, how could he possibly let it go?

Even if it’s fake, a fake made to look so real, it’s worth acquiring!

"No no no, I won’t sell," Sean Knight said as he took the sword back from Harry Roberts, "I just got this sword, and I haven’t had time to study it in detail."

"Five hundred thousand dollars!" Harry Roberts reported a price while grinding his teeth.

"No no no," Sean was thinking, you’ve got to be kidding!

"Eight hundred thousand... one million! One million should be enough, right?" Harry Roberts had pulled out the maximum amount he could afford, which was one million.

And he still needed to sell some of his collections just to fill that amount!

"No no no." Sean Knight refused very simply, shaking his head, putting the sword back into the car, "I don’t know if this sword is real or not. If it is, I would take it to a domestic auction."

Sean Knight didn’t collect these things mainly because it’s now too inconvenient for him to do it abroad.

But for a Tang sword that could be classified as a national treasure, it’s better to sell it to domestic collectors.

Abroad? It’s out of consideration.

This sort of thing must be kept within the country!

After storing the Tang sword properly, Sean Knight drove to the second-hand goods store while Harry Roberts watched regretfully as the pickup truck left.

The owner of the second-hand goods store was named Smith. His shop was in New York City. When Sean Knight arrived, he found quite a lot of people coming in and out.

Some of them entered the shop to make purchases while others were bringing their stuff in for price estimation.

Sean simply followed suit, bringing in the saddle.

There were aisles of counters inside, resembling a shopping center, with some clients bringing in their items for appraisal by the staff, and others were indicating which items inside the store they desired to buy.

Sean placed the saddle on a chair in the middle of the store, took out his mobile phone, and dialed a number for Smith.

A middle-aged man with a Mediterranean hairstyle, standing behind the counter, picked up the phone. Sean started to talk while walking towards him:

"Hello, I was referred by Mr. John. I want to sell this saddle and a motorcycle."

"Oh, it’s from Mr. John’s reference. How’s he doing?" Smith stood up with a smile.

Sean hung up the phone, carried the saddle to the counter in front of Smith, and said:

"Mr. John is doing well, spending every day chatting with old friends in the bar, very cheerful."

"I’m really envious of him!" Smith gently tapped the saddle, "You plan to sell this?"

"Yes," Sean said, "I think this saddle is quite old and seems to have some historical significance."

Smith first carefully examined the saddle, then took a magnifying glass, and began to look at the bronze pieces on the saddle.

Finally, he lifted the cowhide of the saddle to check the lining material.

When he saw the complex patterns and cursive inscription on the wood, Smith’s expression, which had been smiling went serious.

He examined the pattern bit by bit with the magnifying glass, finally put it down, studied the cowhide and the wooden pieces once again, and let out a sigh of relief.

"This is a pretty nice saddle." Smith looked at Sean and said:

"Giving Mr. John face, I won’t trick you. This saddle is likely from the Indiana area, a work from a famous artist and used by people with celebrity or status. It’s a kind of good, privately-customized item."

He thought for a while and said:

"I need to do more research on the patterns on it. However, this requires time. Now you have two choices:

The first one, sell it to me for five thousand dollars. The second one, wait for a while, or you can sell it in the Western States to the local indigenous people right now, which will yield a higher price."

"I’ll sell it to you." Sean didn’t have time to run to those remote places just for this saddle.

In the end, the saddle and the motorcycle were sold together for 7,500 dollars. Smith also held a high opinion of that motorcycle and said that after it was repaired, he would sell it to collectors.

With the money in his pocket, Sean glanced at the time, realizing it was already past lunchtime. It wasn’t good to go to Jason Caldwell’s place now. So he randomly picked a restaurant and had a quick meal, before returning to his rental place.

In his bedroom, Sean Knight took a video of the suspected Tang Sword in its entirety, then snapped a few photos before making a phone call.

Ocean City, some single apartment.

At this moment, it was still night in Ocean City, and a piercing mobile phone ring sounded.

Groggy from sleep, Howard Richardson fumbled for his phone and swiped to answer, asking:

"Who is it?"

"Bro, it’s me."

"Oh, Uncle Melvin Richardson?" Recognizing the voice, Howard Richardson quickly sat up, "Where are you? I see ... America? What did you go there for?"

Howard Richardson was Sean Knight’s university roommate. They had a good relationship, but they had lost contact when Sean Knight came to America.

"My situation is a bit complicated here. Now I have something to tell you - I heard that one of your elders is into collecting?"

"Yes, my Uncle Melvin Richardson likes to collect, and he’s invested quite a bit. Why did you suddenly ask about this?"

"I’ve picked up something here in America. When you get a chance, can you show it to your Uncle Melvin Richardson? I’ll send the video and photos later."

"Alright, leave it to me."

After hanging up, Sean Knight felt as if a weight had been lifted off his chest.

With nothing else to do, he gave Joanna Davis a call.

Joanna Davis had just finished class and was delighted to receive a call from Sean Knight. Soon after, Sean Knight went out to meet Joanna Davis and the two of them went off to enjoy some alone time.

Meanwhile, after Howard Richardson got up and checked the videos and photos Sean had sent him, he was a bit surprised.

He was even a little embarrassed to show this rusty old thing to his Uncle Melvin Richardson.

Starting from the 1980s, Howard Richardson’s Uncle Melvin, Uncle Melvin Richardson, began to collect antiques. With the money earned from buying and selling these collection pieces, he started a solid antique business.

Over the decades, no outsider, let alone a relative like Howard Richardson, really knows his actual wealth.

However, it’s been almost ten years since Uncle Melvin Richardson had sold any of his items; he’d only been collecting.

After mulling it over, Howard Richardson decided to face the music and called his Uncle Melvin Richardson, sending him the information Sean Knight had passed on.

He didn’t dare to visit in person out of fear of being scolded by his Uncle.

When Howard Richardson’s Uncle Melvin Richardson picked up the phone, he didn’t really take it seriously.

Howard Richardson wasn’t interested in antiques.

When it came to other people’s collections, Uncle Melvin Richardson didn’t really care to check them out.

However, having nothing else to do, and with the business switching to trusted hands, he decided to check it out.

But when he saw the photos and video, his casual attitude vanished instantly.

Even his half-laying posture instantly straightened out!

This thing ... How could this be possible?

Is it a counterfeit?

He watched the video again. The unprofessional manner in which it was held, the rusty and broken state of the object, it looked so shabby, but in Uncle Melvin Richardson’s eyes, it was becoming more and more attractive.

When he saw the person forcefully pulling out the sword, Uncle Melvin Richardson wanted to curse!

Does he even know how to treat such treasure?

As he caught a glimpse of the inscription, Uncle Melvin Richardson was almost certain!

It was the real deal!

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