Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 97: Melvin Richardson’s Ambition!

Chapter 97: Chapter 97: Melvin Richardson’s Ambition!

Even though he had not seen the item in person, Melvin Richardson was certain that the object in the video was genuine!

A Tang sword!

That’s even rarer than Yuan Blue and White porcelain!

There are only about a dozen or so in the whole world!

This thing is rarer than some national treasures!

Melvin Richardson quickly called Howard Richardson:

"Howard, where is that Tang sword?"

Howard Richardson was surprised at the phone call and even more surprised by his Uncle Melvin’s question:

"Uncle, are you saying that’s a Tang sword?"

"Yes! If I’m not mistaken, that should be a genuine piece!"

"Is that possible?" Even though Howard Richardson wasn’t a collector, he still knew about the Tang Sword.

They are extremely rare!

"Nothing is impossible. You may not believe others, but wouldn’t you trust your Uncle Melvin’s judgment?" Melvin Richardson was irked by his nephew’s doubt:

"Tell me who has the Tang sword."

"It’s my university classmate, Sean Knight, he’s in New York. He took these photos and videos for me."

"New York huh!" Melvin Richardson stroked his chin, feeling a little troubled.

He could ask him to come back, but he might not be willing.

Going there himself would be somewhat troublesome.

But after thinking about that Tang Sword, Melvin Richardson gritted his teeth and spoke:

"Howard, can you get in touch with your classmate for me? Tell him I’m coming over from Ocean City. If he’s interested in selling, I’ll buy it!"

Howard Richardson paused before urgently asking:

"Uncle, are you joking? You’re going to buy the sword without even asking the price? Plus, that sword doesn’t seem to be in a good condition, it’s all rusty..."

"That’s exactly why it’s good to buy!" Melvin Richardson unexpectedly patiently explained to his nephew, "Have you seen those Tang Swords in museums? They are exquisite!

However, such Tang swords can’t be privately owned, can they? I am relatively wealthy, but all my money put together wouldn’t be enough to buy that kind of sword, right?

But this one is different. First, it’s lost in the people, making the buying and selling more voluntary. Second, it has less competition! Your classmate showing you the item indicates he trusts you! At least the news hasn’t spread!

The most important third reason is, although a rusty Tang Sword is still a Tang Sword, the price won’t be as high – which means I, your Uncle, am eligible to bid!"

Having explained so much, all Melvin Richardson wanted now was for Howard Richardson to quickly get in touch with Sean Knight, not letting anyone else take the lead.

Howard Richardson understood what Melvin Richardson meant, and responded:

"Uncle, don’t worry. My classmate told me about this and won’t tell anyone else. I’ll be in touch as soon as possible. But you don’t really have to go there in person, do you?"

"How can I be at ease if I don’t go?" Replied Melvin Richardson, "This is the treasure I have been longing for! How can I buy it without verifying its authenticity in person?"

Alright, no matter what you say, you have the last word.

Howard Richardson no longer prodded, since Uncle always had valid reasoning.

What Sean Knight didn’t know was that the Richardson family was planning on buying his Tang Sword.

At the moment, he was looking at the pirate treasure chest alongside Mr. Smith.

"This is a very exquisite thing!" Mr. Smith was indeed knowledgeable and experienced.

After a thorough look at the box and the key, he confirmed:

"This key should not belong to this padlock. The mechanism must be on top of the box."

After carefully feeling the top of the box and locating the crevice, Mr. Smith picked a knife, wedged open the iron plate, glanced at the keyhole, and nodded his head:

"Very clever! This must be one of the earliest safes!"

He picked up the key, inserted it into the keyhole and turned it, feeling the power of the mechanical mechanism at work, revealing a radiant smile on his face.

Upon opening the box and seeing nothing inside, Mr. Smith sighed.

"If there’s something in here, even just a single gold coin, it could absolutely cause a sensation in New York!"

A person standing nearby sighed:

"It’s a shame about those two holes..."

Smith shook his head:

"Oh no no no! It’s the presence of those two holes that makes this safe even more valuable—if I’m not mistaken, these two holes are gunshot wounds from a firearm!"

Sean Knight was taken aback! Did firearms from that time have such lethal power?

Smith fully demonstrated his imagination:

"Just imagine, on the high seas, a gang of pirates has plundered a chest full of gold and silver and is on their return voyage when they are targeted by another band of pirates!"

"During the fight for the gold and silver, a pirate shoots this box at close range with his firearm, leaving these two holes—this is a memento of those historic pirate battles!"

Sean Knight began to admire Smith!

A historic artifact with a story is the best kind of artifact!

This old fellow understands the nuances!

Having patiently listened to Smith’s story, Sean Knight couldn’t resist asking:

"So Mr. Smith, how much are you willing to pay for this safe?"

"How about 9,000 dollars?" Smith slapped the iron box. "Although this kind of box is rare, it’s not non-existent. So..."

"Deal," Sean Knight said. "I have a few bumper cars made of aluminum in my vehicle..."

Smith went over to take a look and offered to buy each for 500 dollars.

That was a pleasant surprise.

With his earnings of 11,000 dollars, Sean Knight left cheerfully, considering the day quite successful.

Before he could start the car, he received a phone call from Harry Roberts:

"Mr. Knight, I will offer you one million and five hundred thousand dollars to buy that knife. How does that sound?"

Sean Knight refused.

He had already learned that Harry Roberts had gained citizenship in Beautiful Country.

So, whether it’s one million and five hundred thousand dollars or even 2 million dollars, Sean Knight had no intention of selling to him.

Harry Roberts hung up, discouraged.

Seeing such a rarely seen treasure right before his eyes but not being able to buy it was a torment only people in the collecting business would understand.

However, there was no other way. Maybe he didn’t have the fate.

It seemed that this information could be spread. At least in exchange for some favors.

Harry Roberts sighed, dialed a number:

"Hey, Mr. Languard, I have some news for you. Someone here has a Tang Sword... Yes, you heard right!"

"I’ve appraised it myself, it’s indeed a Tang Sword... Quality? It’s a Tang Sword, and you’re still worried about the quality? The quality is a bit poor, but it’s much better compared to that Iron Sword from the Han Dynasty!"

Yes, yes, yes, it’s in New York. I’ll give you the contact information later, you handle the rest... Fine, fine, fine, I’ll look forward to the dinner date."

After he hung up, Harry Roberts thought for a moment and called another person, with the same story.

After making three calls, Harry Roberts knew it was enough.

Ah, let’s see who is the lucky lady’s pet!

Sean Knight had no idea that his information had been sold by Harry Roberts. At the moment, he was contemplating going to search through an American’s old house in the afternoon.

The city of New York has been established for over three hundred years, so there are indeed old houses. But under normal circumstances, these are usually one to two hundred years old, or even just a few decades old.

According to Mr. John, this time, the house they were visiting was a true historic home, with a history of nearly two hundred years. Despite changes in ownership over the years and the house’s age, it was still habitable.

The current owner wanted to move to a bigger house, so he was selling it off.

Of course, the old furniture in the house was also up for sale, which provided opportunistic people like Sean Knight a chance.

Waiting to see if there was something valuable overlooked.