Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets Chapter 1482 - 708 Can’t Stop Walking

Sean Knight hadn’t expected that his sudden stroke of inspiration would once again cause a sensation on Big Island!

Nowadays, with the presence of short videos, people in Hainan could hear the rhythm of the "Left-Right Brother" from the Northeast calling for a bunny dance that day, and brothers in the Northwest could watch a video of three people in the South Side not allowing college students to sell sugar gourds (the truth unknown).

On Big Island, it was possible to buy ancient artifacts from the Ming and Qing Dynasties with relatively little money. Oliver Smith captured this on video imdiately and shared it with his collector friends.

There were hundreds of video creators on the island gathering information and sharing intel; the presence of this bargain area was firstly known to insiders, then rapidly spread outward.

Thus, a dostic tourism boom towards Big Island surged anew, just like small potatoes from the South flocking to a snowy wonderland.

"Dear, the number of tourists at the island’s airport and pier today is twice what it was a week ago!" Lana Brown exclaid. "I’ve struggled to maintain this over the years, put in a lot of effort, but it feels like it’s nothing compared to your ingenious idea..."

Lana Brown considered herself no less capable than Sean Knight in business aspects. Or perhaps, there were operations where Sean Knight might not be as adept as her. But his sudden clever move made her instantly realize that so talents simply can’t be outmatched by effort.

"To you, that’s like building a skyscraper from the ground up. For , it’s just gilding the lily," Sean Knight knew well his situation and chuckled as he said, "If it wasn’t for your groundwork, my idea wouldn’t have attracted so many people. So, how do you feel today?"

"Pretty good." Lana smiled and said, "Being with you, I don’t feel any discomfort in my stomach."

Of course, you wouldn’t. Sean thought to himself, otherwise, the spiritual energy I transfer to you every night when we sleep would be useless, right?

"By the way, I’m worried that the goods we brought over this ti won’t be enough! It’s only been three days, and we’ve already sold two-thirds!" Lana was sowhat concerned.

"It’s fine, there’s still a lot of stock." Sean laughed, "Let’s have the cargo ship bring more today. That should ensure we have goods to sell at the market for at least half a year."

"Really, we have that much?" Lana was sowhat surprised.

"What do you think I’ve been doing all these years? I wasn’t just playing around! I’ve acquired a ton of stuff. The really valuable items I’ve mostly sold off for funds. But every treasure hunt, the less valuable finds also accumulated. Bit by bit, we’ve got at least a million pieces now. Moreover,"

Sean hugged Lana and gently stroked her hair as he said:

"Most of it is from overseas. This ti, my main goal isn’t just to attract dostic tourists, but to draw in so folks from abroad. After all, so of these items are family goods from nobilities, from the Middle Ages or even from ancient tis. Attracting these people and making their money is my ultimate goal!"

That night, Sean Knight left Big Island with a cargo ship, heading towards Manila. He stayed in Manila overnight and when he ca back the second day, the ship was fully loaded.

This ti, the ship was moored at Sean’s private port on Big Island. Box after box was unloaded and transported to a heavily guarded warehouse.

"I wonder if we can keep the stall open today. I noticed that yesterday the marketplace closed half an hour earlier than the day before. Could it be they ran out of goods?" Oliver Smith was early at the entrance of the bargain marketplace, peering through the crack of the door.

He saw nothing—before setting up, the place was just vacant land.

There weren’t even any patrolling team mbers.

These past days, Oliver Smith felt like a mouse in a granary, not moving from the spot. His daughter had asked him to walk by the seaside, sunbathe, and try so seafood, but he didn’t heed her.

Each morning at dawn, he arrived here to see what was on offer.

Already, he had spent all his savings, not to ntion drawn out 20,000 from his daughter and borrowed 30,000 from unreachable collector friends, buying quite a lot of goods.

Because there was a post office here, he even collected a few fine items for his collector friends, earning himself a modest reputation in the circle.

Since he had been here from the first day, Oliver knew that at least 30,000 items had sold in these few days alone!

Moreover, each one was authentic, not a single replica—although so claid to have encountered fakes, they were quickly proven wrong.

Most people here were amateurs looking for bargains, but there were also experts.

And at that ti, soone pointed out that those making baseless claims knew nothing.

How could such publicly displayed items be fake?

Furthermore, these items obviously ca from the seafloor. So guessed that the people of Big Island must have contacted professional salvage experts.

Oliver planned to use the good money he had just obtained to pick out sothing valuable today, and then it would be about ti to call it quits.

After all, this had happened before; the day before, soone had picked up a well-preserved copper coin, went ho, and imdiately sold it for triple the price—earning 130,000!

Not only did he cover his travel expenses, but he also ca back for another trip!

Oliver yearned for that too!

But he was observant, most people didn’t notice, but he had already seen that the market’s inventory yesterday was clearly less than the day before.