Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 974 - 537: What the Hell is This Thing?

Chapter 974: Chapter 537: What the Hell is This Thing?

Elder Hassan’s face did not show much grief.

"In these fifty years, I have lost eighteen relatives, the vast majority of whom died during the invasions of our country by those two superpowers.

My heart has become numb, and besides, I don’t have time to grieve now. I need to quickly turn these supplies into necessities for the tribal residents."

After the battle happened, our tribe’s strength greatly diminished. It’s inevitable that some people will covet this batch of supplies. If we don’t exchange them quickly, I’m afraid these items will soon no longer be ours."

Elder Hassan spoke in a calm tone, but Sean Knight could detect the underlying tumult and bloodshed in his words.

It seems that even if they are of the same race and living on the same land, the relationships between these nearby tribes are not all peaceful.

Sean Knight did not probe further into the matter.

He was just a passerby, and even in a partnership, he couldn’t possibly take care of everything in the tribe.

Ultimately, the tribe would still have to survive and develop under Hassan’s leadership. He would definitely not underestimate the survival wisdom of a local who had lived in this war-torn place for over fifty years.

The marketplace is located to the southeast of the tribe, which is towards the direction of the Chinese frontier, about seven or eight kilometers from the tribe.

Upon arrival, James Ross truly saw the broken walls that Elder Hassan had mentioned. This place had indeed once been a city, destroyed by war, but now, evidently, it had been reborn.

The area was bustling, and the broken walls did not seem to dampen the enthusiasm of those coming to trade.

The marketplace was not very orderly; people could find a relatively flat spot at will, spread out a cloth, or even just use the trunk of a pickup truck, to directly display the items they wanted to sell.

Elder Hassan drove a convoy of four pickup trucks.

If it weren’t for the fact that there were only these four old pickup trucks in the tribe, he would probably want to drive even more.

The trucks carried not only the equipment brought from the Cave Storehouse this time, but even the wreckage of Predator Drones had been hauled over.

According to Elder Hassan, those who come to the marketplace for trading include not just the nearby tribal residents.

Some military brokers would also come here to find bargains, and he believed that the wreckage of the Predator Drones would attract some attention.

Clarence Hughes followed along and quietly told Sean Knight that there originally were only three pickup trucks in the tribe.

The fourth one was traded to Hassan by him. At that time, Hassan traded him a large piece of raw Lapis Lazuli, which Clarence sold for over a hundred thousand and then handed out as year-end bonuses to school teachers.

And that pickup truck, Clarence had bought it for 20,000 in a second-hand car market in Kashgar.

It’s a huge profit, but both sides were very happy.

That’s called a win-win.

Hassan’s convoy stopped at a relatively spacious location.

There was some distance from where everyone else had set up their stands, but once Hassan got out of the car, he explained:

"No problem, many more people will come by later. Setting up our stand here will attract a lot of people—don’t you Chinese have an old saying? ’Fine wine needs no bush!’

The same goes for us here! As long as there are good items, those who like them will come over, no matter the distance!"

It was clear that Hassan was very confident in the items he had brought this time.

Indeed, as soon as Hassan got out and started to display his items, people immediately gathered around.

"Mr. Hassan, I heard that you’ve made a big deal recently and struck it rich, eh!"

"Yes, Mr. Hassan, that’s not very upright of you! Our two tribes originally split from one, don’t you think you ought to make a gesture here?"

"Mr. Hassan, we’ve been old friends. I’m not like some shameless folks who think about taking things from you for free, but I plan to buy some stuff later. Could you perhaps give me a discount?"

...

People teased Hassan in just a few words, clearly envious of his tribe’s windfall and hoping to get a share of it.

Hassan, surrounded by so many people, showed no embarrassment. He said, laughing:

"What’s this? Is everyone envious because our tribe made a little money?

Old Bagel, in the spring, when our tribe was short on food, we wanted to borrow some from you, even with interest, what did you say?

Holden Winchester, last year when our tribe needed machinery for the autumn harvest, we wanted to borrow your equipment. Your reply was to charge three times the rent, and it couldn’t have a scratch on it!"

With just two sentences, he made two nearly sixty-year-old men turn red in the face.

Hassan didn’t bother with them and continued pointing to a muscular man in the crowd and said:

"And you, young Bagel, before the new year, your tribe and ours found an American Campground at the same time. Our tribe had fewer people, but weren’t the findings simultaneous?

What did you do? You went ahead and beat up my people and threw them back... I haven’t come after you only out of respect for your deceased father, and you still have the nerve to ask me to sell you stuff at a discount?"

...

Watching Hassan hold his own against the crowd, Sean Knight found it amusing.

It seemed that life was not easy for anyone; conflicts between each other were normal. They were not a big deal and could be forgotten, but when it came to trying to use old connections for advantage, Hassan definitely wouldn’t stand for it.

Another old man with triangular eyes and a gaunt figure stood out when no one else spoke up. He began to speak with a somewhat arrogant tone: