Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets Chapter 1385 - 675: Conjunctivitis is Incurable

Large quantities of Soviet-German military equipnt were unearthed near the Chinese camp, presumably revealing another warehouse. This news quickly spread throughout Small Town.

Teluk and Yvonne were dining in one of the larger dining halls in Small Town.

"Can they really produce that much equipnt?" Teluk asked in fluent English, "I’m skeptical. I hope the advice you gave is right because we’re running out of ti..."

"Don’t worry, boss. I’ve checked out this guy. He hardly ever fails to deliver on his promises. So, you just need to have the money ready."

Yvonne leisurely gnawed on his at as he spoke, "Of course, if the money isn’t enough, you can’t take the equipnt you want even if it’s right before your eyes!"

"Heh," Teluk scoffed, "If there really is that much equipnt, who else could swallow it all besides ? The price you quoted him is too high; it has cut my profits by one-third!"

"So I think the price can definitely be pressed down. There are so many covetous eyes around; I’m not worried he won’t sell to !"

Unfazed, Yvonne put down the bone, picked up a napkin, and wiped his mouth before saying:

"You’ve seen and heard for yourself, they really did dig up the equipnt, stacked up like a small hill. So, if you insist on driving the price down, then pardon for bowing out.

I don’t want to be soone who breaks promises! I’ve looked into this man, and although Chinese people like to use so sches and so may like to take little advantages, when it cos to agreed-upon matters, they are more credulous than most people in the world! If you’re not honest, then it’s highly likely you won’t get those equipnt!"

"But who else can they sell that much stuff to besides ? Are they going to ship it back to their own country? You know that guns are prohibited dostically in China!"

"Heh!" Yvonne put down the napkin and laughed, "Boss, do you think the world lacks arms buyers? Those are new guns!

The kind that are ready to shoot once loaded with bullets! Do you think if they cut the price and sold to those currently at war, those people wouldn’t buy?

If that guy doesn’t want money but instead post-war land or mineral rights as compensation, do you think those warmongers wouldn’t be tempted?"

"But selling to at a low price ans they get cash on hand!" Teluk put down his cutlery and retorted.

"But that way, you would be breaking the promise. I bet he’d rather dump those equipnts into the Black Sea than do business with soone who doesn’t keep their word."

"We’ll see about that!" Teluk clearly didn’t agree with Yvonne’s point. He was eager for the equipnt on that order, which involved a large sum of money.

Of course, Teluk was also aware that this was actually a very difficult task.

It had been a long ti since such a large stockpile, let alone batches of new regulation equipnt, had been found by the Diggers.

After all, the famous battlefields of That Year had been combed through many tis over. Finding those equipnts had beco arduously difficult.

That’s why Teluk had made a very attractive offer, just to get the equipnt sooner—though he could still make quite a profit even at that price.

In the millions!

But then, when Sean Knight and his team easily discovered the warehouse and excavated the equipnt, Teluk regretted it.

That’s why he had that conversation with Yvonne.

Yvonne left alone, like a solitary knight, while Teluk called another person over, and soon there were more people in Small Town trying to pick up on the news.

Sean Knight had already noticed the increase of Diggers around the Campground.

The number of team mbers patrolling the area had increased, and those guarding the excavated boxes had set up heavy machine guns.

Two bears, startled from the jungle, erged and threatened the team mbers, then were imdiately shot dead.

A group of wild boars had attempted such an approach before the bears and were now partly becoming the team mbers’ lunch.

"Actually, wild boar at isn’t tasty at all, it’s tough and woodsy, it’s just the novelty of it," said the part-ti cook, who was butchering the boar at, "The best way to cook such at is to braise it with a lot of heat and use seasoning to overpower the earthy taste.

Truly, wild catches aren’t necessarily tastier than farm-raised. As long as the farm-raised are fed properly and not strange feed, and are prepared well, that taste—"

"Monitor, then why do so many people still chase after ga?"

"It’s all about rarity!" said the cook, tightening the at in the hot water to clean off the scum before lifting it out, continuing as he worked, "Look at wild chicken at, do you think it’s tasty? It’s much worse than a free-range chicken from ho, too tough!

Why do so many people like it? Isn’t it because the at you get in the markets is raised on feed, unhealthy and not tasty?

Of course, what’s more important is the rarity. In our country, even sparrows are protected animals, imagine how rare the wildlife must be!

Don’t be fooled by television saying wild boar populations are out of control, damaging crops; just watch, if the governnt dares to declare that wild boars aren’t protected anymore, in less than a year, you’ll probably only be able to see them in zoos."

With this comnt, the kitchen helpers all laughed.