Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 995 - 544: Didn’t Expect There to Be a Trick Up Their Sleeve Here!

Chapter 995: Chapter 544: Didn’t Expect There to Be a Trick Up Their Sleeve Here!

Looking at Bagel and the expectant gazes of the tribal representatives behind him, Elder Hassan was extremely pleased.

Aside from Bagel, the representatives from other tribes weren’t elders themselves.

Elder Hassan understood that if the elders came in person and confronted him directly, it would be embarrassing.

After all, for a thing like infighting, it wouldn’t be too much gossip if a youngster like Bagel got involved, but if the old fellows did it, they would be scolded to the point of doubting their life choices.

After all, they had once fought side by side against the Soviets and later united to resist the Americans.

Although various reasons had caused estrangement among the tribes, that was no reason for outright hostility.

Letting an emerging leader like Bagel bring some young bucks to threaten old Hassan seemed more acceptable.

After all, the young calf isn’t afraid of the tiger.

But if the old fellows came, it would be tantamount to revealing one’s deadly intentions. Then, it would be a fight to the death between the two tribes.

This way, it was just right.

And old Hassan also felt this was very good.

Without those old fellows around, as long as there were enough benefits, these youngsters would definitely not give up.

"You’ve seen that I have partners for cooperation. They come from the powerful China. They need a base here.

I plan to clear out that abandoned American base and hand it over to them. This requires some procedures. I need the tribes to work with me to accomplish this task—although I could do it myself, having your participation will make future transactions much smoother.

If you’re willing, later I’ll write something up, and all you have to do is represent your tribes and sign and stamp it. How does that sound? Once you sign, I will hand over what belongs to your tribes. Of course, this is completely voluntary."

Hassan’s voice was loud, and not only Bagel but also the others heard him.

In reality, that base was useless to any tribe.

After all, the base was in a public area, with no arable land nearby, far from water sources. No tribe would settle there.

So what Hassan was offering didn’t really count for much to the tribes.

It might be useless, but if it were given to someone else, that bothered them.

It’s like a short-sighted person who has a useless stone at home that even clutters the courtyard.

But if one day someone offered twenty for the stone, he would definitely become suspicious, thinking the stone must be worth much more money!

However, everyone had searched the base more than once, and it was truly worthless. Useless.

Handing it over wasn’t really a big deal. But no one found it easy to say this outright.

They were afraid that if it turned out to be valuable later, or something was discovered inside, they would be blamed for it.

"Elder Hassan, if we sign, how much stuff can we take?" a representative of a smaller tribe asked.

Immediately, the atmosphere on site became less tense.

At least someone had spoken up, and what he asked was what everyone cared about but was too embarrassed to ask.

Hassan recognized the representative and said with a smile:

"Hingini, your tribe has fewer than a thousand people, if you sign this, I will give you thirty bags of flour, twenty bags of rice, a hundred cans, one hundred kilograms of vegetables, how’s that?"

"So much stuff? I’ll sign!" Hingini was surprised that signing would get him so much stuff, so naturally, he would sign.

Besides, the Tribal Elder was his father, and he knew how poor they were in the tribe.

"Elder Hassan, do you really have that much stuff?" someone else couldn’t help but ask, "What about in the Cave Storehouse..."

"There isn’t that much stuff in the cave storehouse," Hassan shook his head and said, "These are supplies brought by my Chinese friends. The cave storehouse has some weapons and tools.

As for weapons, you’ve seen them, and for tools and such, I’m planning to exchange them for food and living supplies with my Chinese friends."

He spoke very bluntly, and everyone believed him for it.

Naturally, the American base was mostly stocked with war supplies, which everyone was well aware of.

As for exactly how much there was, that was something no one could really ask.

Looking at the situation, if you didn’t sign, you would definitely get nothing.

If you did sign, you could get quite a lot, and no one was foolish.

After Hingini had decided to sign, three more people were ready to sign as well.

And two households were still contacting their tribes.

Bagel felt a bit awkward.

He was reluctant to sign, not only because he wanted supplies but also weapons.

But he was very clear that if he asked for weapons now, Hassan would definitely not agree—how could the others be willing if he gave to him and not to them?

But if he didn’t ask, then the opportunity would be gone forever.

While Bagel hesitated, the representatives from those two tribes came over to sign too—people from the nearby tribes all understood that the base was really of no use. Signing could gain them favors and supplies.

Doing business with the Chinese in the future would be much easier, so why not sign?

Seeing that he was the last one left, Bagel knew the tide had turned, and he too reluctantly went to sign.

However, he was still not completely satisfied. After signing and as others were preparing to haul off the supplies, he whispered to Elder Hassan:

"Elder Hassan, you see, if it weren’t for me bringing them here, this matter wouldn’t have gone so smoothly. Could you give us some of the weapons..."