Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 950 - 529: A Man Will Be a Teenager Until His Death!

Chapter 950: Chapter 529: A Man Will Be a Teenager Until His Death!

Howard Richardson listened to Sean Knight’s words, laughing as he said to the other person:

"How about that? I told you, you didn’t even have to open your mouth, and he could already tell you’ve spent time in Xinjiang."

As he spoke, Howard Richardson said again to Sean Knight:

"His name is Clarence Hughes, a primary school classmate of mine. He got into a Normal University, and during his junior year, he went to teach in New South. After graduation, he stayed there, and he’s been there for several years now."

"You can smell that distinct mutton odor," Sean Knight nodded and said, "That’s not something you can get from eating mutton and beef just three or five times."

Clarence Hughes listened to Sean Knight’s remark with a self-deprecating laugh:

"Not only can you smell it, but my family can, too. They think I’ve gone savage—truth is, I’m not used to it now if I don’t drink Milk Tea for three to five days..."

As he spoke, he took out a long strip of instant tea bag from the package he carried, got some boiling water, brewed the Brick tea powder, and then asked Sean Knight:

"Do you want a bag? It’s from Stockade Entrance, made only from milk and Brick tea powder, without a single additive—although it’s a bit more expensive, it’s much more cost-effective than drinking a belly full of vegetable fat powder or something."

"Give me a bag," Sean Knight said with interest, "I don’t drink it that often, but now that you mention it, I really want to try it."

Clarence Hughes passed one to Sean Knight.

Howard Richardson reached out and also said:

"I’ll take a bag, too."

"Forget it," Clarence Hughes actually refused, saying confidently, "You don’t drink Milk Tea, and the taste is totally different from the kind you drink outside. Giving it to you would be like a cow chewing on peonies..."

Sean Knight received the tea strip but didn’t immediately brew it. Instead, he started reading the ingredient list.

Indeed, the ingredients only listed raw cow’s milk, Brick tea powder, and Black Tea powder.

He opened the package, sniffed it, and sure enough, it smelled like traditional Milk Tea—no need for Sky Eye to tell that.

He poured the Milk Tea powder into the bowl and poured boiling water over it, sniffing it, and the aroma was nice.

"...Since you won’t let me drink it, I’m now more eager to try it," Howard Richardson, feeling slighted that Clarence Hughes wouldn’t give him a tea package, promptly snatched away his bowl.

Clarence Hughes had no choice but to brew another package while saying:

"You won’t like it—this is different from the sweet Milk Tea on the street, mine is salted, drinking it would be a waste..."

Seeing Howard Richardson was not to be dissuaded, he had no choice but to say to Sean Knight:

"Actually, there’s another kind from Altay, from Hanas, also like this, even more famous, but I prefer the one from Stockade Entrance... cheaper."

By this time, Howard Richardson had already blown on it and took a sip, smacking his lips as he said:

"The taste... it’s quite special!"

Clarence Hughes couldn’t be bothered with him and looked to Sean Knight.

Sean Knight took a taste; it was good.

He put the bowl aside and said to Clarence Hughes:

"I think if you knew about me, you would know that I wouldn’t be treasure hunting domestically..."

Sean Knight was quite impressed with Clarence Hughes—for staying behind to teach in New South, regardless of his motives, his actions were commendable.

Being from Xinjiang, Sean knew just how weak the educational foundations were there.

So he made an exception by mentioning it early to avoid Clarence Hughes saying something inappropriate and ruining that sense of admiration.

"I know, I know," Clarence Hughes nodded and said, "I’ve researched you, I know what you’ve done. If it hadn’t been for those things you did, I wouldn’t have thought about seeking you out—frankly, if not for the chance encounter with little Yezi while I was visiting relatives, I really wouldn’t have known you two were classmates."

"I’ve told you, don’t call me that! Otherwise, I’ll get mad!" Howard Richardson, frowning while holding the bowl, got a bit angrily embarrassed and said:

"The consequences are very serious when I get mad!"

"Alright, alright, I won’t say it anymore," Clarence Hughes waved his hand, "Howard Richardson, okay?"

"If it’s not domestic, then where?" Sean Knight knew that seeking collaboration with him could only signify one possibility: a treasure hunt. It couldn’t be anything else.

At present, he didn’t have any more channels to obtain treasure information, and Clarence Hughes’s approach seemed a bit too casual.

But there was no helping it, after all. Although his achievements stood out, he had been in the field for too short a time and hadn’t managed to connect with those channels yet.

Or maybe he was too atypical, and others didn’t want to include him in their circle.

Clarence Hughes expertly brewed another cup of Milk Tea, raised it to signal Sean Knight, took a sip, and said:

"The Wakhan Corridor, over there."

"What?" Sean Knight was stunned for a moment before asking, "Aren’t you afraid of the United States? The situation there is not like it used to be!"

Howard Richardson was also startled and said:

"Clarence, don’t mess around! I agreed to introduce Sean Knight to you, but I didn’t say I’d introduce him to a dangerous place—that place is known as the Empire’s Tomb!"

Clearly, though Howard Richardson had arranged for Clarence Hughes to collaborate with Sean Knight, he truly hadn’t known that Clarence was planning to take Sean to that dangerous neighboring country.

Clarence Hughes probably anticipated Sean Knight and Howard Richardson’s reactions. He laughed, took a sip of Milk Tea, and said:

"Don’t worry, if I seek a partnership, I can assure its safety—I do business with the people from the United States, and they are also shareholders in this cooperation."

Sean Knight’s curiosity was suddenly piqued.

If not for Clarence Hughes’s face being speckled by Ultraviolet Light and the faint, indelible mutton odor on his body, as well as the hint of Xinjiang accent in his speech, Sean wouldn’t have believed him.

"You all know, I taught in New South—to be honest, the kids there are really innocent, but the educational foundation is truly weak.