Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 996 - 544: Really Didn’t Expect a Trick Up Their Sleeve Here!_2

Chapter 996: Chapter 544: Really Didn’t Expect a Trick Up Their Sleeve Here!_2

"Sure thing!" Elder Hassan agreed readily, "If you want, I can give you a batch."

Bagel was overjoyed upon hearing this. Elder Hassan was really cooperative!

However, when he saw the weapons that Elder Hassan had brought over, his face turned pale!

Those worn-out old AK rifles were even worse than the ones used by the warriors in his own tribe. Was Mr. Hassan trying to fool him with this stuff?

"Either take these weapons with a signature or just take the food and leave," Elder Hassan said calmly.

Although these guns were old, there were many people in this wasteland who wanted them.

In a wasteland ruled by the tribes, there was a significant lack of security. Having a gun in hand could make a common person feel secure walking alone in the wasteland.

Even if it was a worn-out, grandfather-era AK rifle.

In the end, Bagel still signed the paper and left with the old rifles.

After all, every additional rifle meant one more warrior available for combat in the tribe. For the tribe, this was a big deal.

Watching the tribal warriors carrying away the supplies in convoys, Elder Hassan then looked at the signed papers in his hand and smiled.

This matter was basically settled.

He actually didn’t need to go through any procedures. The United States was mainly managing the metropolises now, and places like the wasteland were managed by the various tribes themselves.

So as long as there was a signature from the tribes, the matter was essentially taken care of.

This was now equivalent to an official document.

Of course, things might change in the future, but at least for now, this signature had legal effect, and even the United States would have to recognize it.

Sean Knight, seeing how Elder Hassan perfectly handled a situation that could have potentially led to conflict, admired the old man’s tactics.

"Elder Hassan, now that the crisis is resolved, I think we should leave a part of the team here to guard, while the rest should go back to the base to rebuild it. What do you think?"

Elder Hassan said, laughing:

"There’s no need for that. I think, Mr. Knight, you should leave the base’s reorganization to our tribe’s people! Each of your young men is good at fighting; having them doing labor is just a waste of their talent!

If it wasn’t for them today, Bagel and his scoundrels might not have backed down so easily. So, I think these fine young men deserve a reward!

Let’s do this: the tribe will fund a bonus of a thousand dollars for each young man!"

Hassan was truly happy. With so many combatants supporting him, his tribe’s growth was just a matter of time!

So, for Hassan, this money was an investment!

"Then I’ll thank Elder Hassan on behalf of everyone," Sean said, looking at the excited and happy team members, not declining the offer.

He could actually understand how the team members felt right now.

Their happiness and excitement were mostly due to having driven away a group of tribal warriors far outnumbering them, rather than the thousand dollars from Hassan—

After all, apart from a select few who had been on special missions, the largest scale experience for the majority was participating in drills; they had no real combat experience.

The potential first-time combat ended up being a victory without fighting, but it helped greatly in boosting their courage and confidence.

So they were happy and excited.

After all, they had won a victory!

"So, Elder Hassan, I will leave some people at the base. Once your people come over, they just have to follow their instructions to work. I also need to transport some supplies over. The base has been stripped too clean; we still need to fit doors and windows."

At this, Elder Hassan’s face showed a bit of embarrassment.

After all, their tribe had contributed to that work, and Elder Hassan was the first in the tribe to start removing the doors from the American base.

After bypassing the awkward moment, what remained was the exchange of supplies and some matters of cooperation.

According to the negotiation between both sides, the main tasks that Sean’s team members currently needed to help with on Hassan’s side were twofold: one was to escort the supply convoys back to the tribe, and the second was to stay here to prevent people like Bagel from staging a comeback.

Sean entrusted this task directly to the team leader.

Since Elder Hassan himself spoke Chinese and there were people like Zack Watson in the tribe who also spoke Chinese, communication was not an issue.

And Sean could see that the team leader and the proactive ones had already begun to get close with the tribal residents, planning to learn the local language.

While the place might look barren, it certainly wasn’t lacking in resources.

After saying goodbye to Elder Hassan and driving the Humvee back to the base, Sean Knight received a phone call from Clarence Hughes.

"Mr. Knight, I’ve received the funds. Thank you so much!"

Already back at school, Clarence Hughes looked at the money in his account and was deeply moved.

He had worked hard running back and forth, enduring much hardship, and the money he’d earned was just enough to offer bonuses to the teachers.

Moreover, many senior teachers, out of dedication, did not take or only took a small bonus, allowing this system to continue.

Now, all of a sudden, he had tens of millions of funds in his hands—how many teachers could he give bonuses to with that!

It seemed like the dream mission he planned to dedicate his life to was suddenly resolved?

It was holiday time at the school, and typically apart from the Uyghur old master who managed sanitation and the school’s maintenance, there was nobody else. The teachers and students were on vacation.