Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets Chapter 1500 - 715: Racing Against Time to Salvage Underwate

Sean Knight thought about it, and decided there was no need to dive now.

He believed his judgnt, that the rapid currents in that seafloor canyon were not sothing ordinary people could handle. Even if the salvage ship had equipnt, ordinary salvage robots that entered might be washed away by the currents.

Besides, whether they could find the seafloor canyon was uncertain, and even if they did find it, discovering the submarine was not guaranteed.

Sean knew this was self-comfort, but there was no need to rush into the water to salvage things right now.

After all, the ocean currents were unceasing, and even if he went down, it would be pointless.

"Start the yacht, let’s take a turn around," he said to Elijah Hastings, his heart burning to collect that Bronze Dragon into his spatial realm. However, Sean preferred not to waste ti diving now:

"Enter the Mariti Territory, find the nearest port, and see if we can get so supplies."

"Alright!" Elijah started the yacht and headed towards Norwegian waters.

The people on those fishing boats, cargo ships, and work boats were a bit stunned to see the yacht leaving.

Wasn’t this the yacht of the treasure hunting billionaire Sean Knight? Didn’t they say he discovered a sunken treasure ship here and ca to salvage it?

Why leave just like that?

Sean naturally didn’t care what those people thought. After wafting around on the sea surface for several days and staying underwater for a long ti, he felt that land was still better.

Besides, his actions left people unable to determine his intentions. Anyway, the underwater currents won’t stop anyti soon, might as well let it be.

"Lincoln Harrington, note down these coordinates, we’ll co back later."

"Got it, boss," Lincoln responded.

The yacht headed towards the nearest harbor—this harbor wasn’t large, and the area wasn’t a busy waterway, so it was primarily small fishing boats that moored here.

Sean’s yacht arriving and docking at this pier stood out like a crane among chickens.

Many busy fishern on the pier looked on curiously. Sean also saw boxes of fishing goods being unloaded from fishing boats, then weighed, sorted, and boxed by buyers.

Sean rembered that so large fishing boats had processing facilities for fish onboard. For instance, common fish species would be caught, cleaned, deboned, made into fish balls, and boxed on the boat, ready to go directly to the supermarket once ashore.

Here, the fishing boats were smaller and naturally lacked such processing facilities. The best they could do was add so ice to the boxes after catching; due to the climate here, so didn’t even add ice, and the catch went straight to the pier where people were already waiting to buy.

Sean recognized so of the fishing goods like salmon, herring, mackerel, and cod, but there were so oddly-shaped ones that he couldn’t identify.

Of course, there was also the famous king crab, fresh-looking and kept in iron baskets.

"After we resupply, let’s buy so of these fishing goods," Sean said. "Diving down to salvage them would be too much trouble, and these are quite fresh."

"That’s true. They don’t look expensive either," Elijah grinned.

"Then let’s buy them now," Douglas Cooper interjected. "After we finish resupplying, who knows if these will still be here."

"Then I’ll leave that to you," Sean said with a smile, "get a variety of them."

"Alright!" Douglas grinned and went to ask for prices.

While Elijah went to handle the resupplying at the pier, Sean casually walked towards the outer part of the pier.

Not far from the pier was a fisherman village. The village wasn’t crowded, looking akin to a large village inside China. There wasn’t much farmland nearby, so Sean guessed most people here likely lived off fishing.

It couldn’t be denied, with fewer people, the environnt was better preserved. The surroundings here resembled the scarcely populated mountainous adows in Northeast China. Technically speaking, this place could be considered an advanced country, but looking at the fisherman village, it was still at a modest level of prosperity, and even so setups were less advanced than so of China’s newer rural areas.

Of course, so people might prefer such an environnt. The average standard of living here was quite high, thereby qualifying it as an advanced country. But this particular fisherman village was located in a remote area, accessible only via one highway leading to the outside world, and the houses were relatively old, catering perhaps to those who fancied a simpler lifestyle.

Sean strolled to the outskirts of the village, looked around, and then walked back.

Here, he didn’t speak the language, and it wasn’t easy to buy local specialties. Besides, if he ran into canned herring and soone enthusiastically tried to sell it, was he to buy it or not?

So villagers did notice Sean. While so had planned to sell things to him, they didn’t expect him to turn back so soon.

When Sean and Lincoln returned to the pier, Douglas was actively talking and gesticulating, negotiating purchases with local fishern.

Another person was there too, tugging at Douglas’s arm and speaking rapidly with an unhappy expression.

Elijah wasn’t present, likely busy with resupplying, so Sean walked over with Lincoln.

Norwegian was the official language here, with English being universally spoken, so Douglas used English supplented by gestures for communication, which the fishern mostly understood.

So when Douglas was waving a stack of US Dollars around discussing the fish, the fishern smiled widely—they liked lavish guests who ca with cash to buy fish!

After all, it was a small pier, and few genuine fish-purchasing tourists ca by in a typical year. Selling to buyers always ant the prices would be driven down.