Treasure Hunt Tycoon

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

There were six warehouses in the public warehouse auction. That was considered a

small number. Bullet Town was a small place, and when the gold mining industry

declined in the West, the town's development also began to slow down.

The auction was a low-profile one, and there had been no advertising of it, save for

some notices on the internet. Hence, only a handful of treasure hunters had come to

attend the auction.

Conrad kept his eyes on Princeps when he went to register. He meant to force Princeps

to pair up with him.

According to the guidelines of the warehouse auction, the ownership of the warehouse

would go to the auction winner. The winner would need to have permission to

participate in the auction. Hence, they would have to register with the warehouse

company and get a number to participate.

Conrad was worried that Princeps would shake him off and keep the warehouse for

himself.

Princeps showed Conrad the registration form. Conrad Anthony's name was printed on

it, so Conrad was qualified to participate in the auction.

The auction began. As there were only a handful of people attending, Conrad spotted

Hans easily.

The two of them caught each other's eye. Hans looked extremely surprised and asked,

"Hey, young Mr. Anthony, what are you doing here?"

Conrad said with a shrug, "Having fun."

Hans rubbed his hands and whipped out his phone to make a call.

Keeping his eyes on Hans, Princeps said with a hateful face, "He must be calling that

Chinese dude. I don't know how much information they have. But we'd better be

prepared for anything, as they are richer."

Conrad said calmly, "Relax, I have my father's credit card. At Nogales, I handled

everything, and the card is still with me."

Princeps said grudgingly, "But we are splitting 50-50, right?"

Conrad put his arm around Princeps and smiled warmly. "Of course, 50-50. We talked

about it and came to an agreement, right?"

Reassured, Princeps turned to leave. As Conrad stared after him, he revealed a

mocking smile. He took a number tag out of his pocket. That was the number tag he

had gotten when he registered himself.

The auction started, and the warehouse with the telescope was the first one. After it was

opened, Conrad recognized the warehouse from the pictures he had seen earlier. The

warehouse was full of boxes. Without a tip-off, there would be no way to guess what

was inside.

The auctioneer called out the bid, and Hans immediately raised his tag, calling out,

"Five hundred dollars."

Princeps raised his tag as well and shouted, "One thousand dollars!"

"Ten thousand dollars!" Hans raised the bid.

A few treasure hunters were shocked. They were used to bidding in small auctions and

had never seen people fighting for a bid like that. To them, bidding $10,000 for a

warehouse was unheard of.

Princeps showed no weakness, however. "Twenty thousand dollars!"

"Thirty thousand!"

"Fifty thousand!"

"One hundred thousand!"

The bids rose rapidly, and the treasure hunters were stunned. They exchanged looks

with one another and did not know what to say.

The price continued to rise, up to $200,000.

Hearing that number, the treasure hunters found it hard to believe and began to wonder

whether they had heard right. Some of them even pinched themselves, asking, "We are

dreaming, right? This is a hallucination?"

Conrad looked at those people and despised them. He felt that these country bumpkins

from a small town were very pitiful and inexperienced.

The $200,000 price tag deterred Princeps. He turned to look at Conrad, asking, "Should

we continue to raise the bid?"

Conrad said, "Of course. We have already done our research. This telescope can easily

fetch $800,000!"

Hans was under pressure as well. He took out his phone and made another call. Then

he said, "Two hundred and fifty thousand!"

"Two hundred and sixty, ah, no, make it $250,000," Princeps called out hesitantly.

Conrad gave him a push and took the number tag from Princeps, saying unhappily, "Let

me do it. Since when have you become such a scaredy-cat?"

Taking over Princeps' number tag, he discreetly made a swipe in his chest pocket. He

then placed his own number tag in front of the one Princeps' handed over, covering it

up.

Standing behind him, Princeps had no idea what Conrad had just done, and could not

see that he had changed the number tag.

The auctioneer did not read out the numbers on the tags. As there were just a few

people at the auction, he pointed at the bidder instead. Besides, he did not have a

chance to call out the numbers. Hans and Conrad were trying to outbid each other

without missing a beat.

"Three hundred thousand!"

"Three hundred and ten thousand!"

"Three hundred and fifty thousand!"

"Four hundred thousand!"

"Four hundred and fifty thousand!"

"Five hundred thousand!" Conrad howled.

The treasure hunters inhaled, watching Conrad with expressions that varied from

admiration to envy, jealousy, and hatred.

Hans made another call and slowly shook his head. Then he lowered his phone and

retreated.

Conrad smiled and waved. "Hey, Big Fox, thanks for letting me win this round. This

warehouse is mine now!"

Princeps mumbled, "You mean it's ours!"

Conrad ignored him. Princeps had no use for him now.

The auctioneer was ecstatic. "Five hundred thousand, 500,000! This is an

unprecedented bid! Alright, there are no counter-bids now. Five hundred thousand

once, 500,000 twice, I am now going to announce it – alright, buddy, let us cheer for the

sale of the most expensive warehouse in the entire history of Bullet Town. It belongs to

you now, little guy!"

The remaining five warehouses did not catch Conrad's eye, so he went to the town

government office to arrange for payment.

Princeps said carefully, "I have $180,000, Conrad, so you just have to fork out another

$320,000."

Conrad was just about to answer when someone behind him shouted, "Big boss

Princeps, come over, hurry. There's some problem with our truck!"

Princeps walked off hurriedly after telling Conrad, "You wait for me, wait until I'm back

before handing over the money…"

Once he left, Conrad immediately took out his ATM card and the number tag. The

accountant asked in surprise, "Five hundred thousand? Mister, are you sure this is the

right number?"

"Of course," Conrad said impatiently. "Hurry, I have no time to waste."

The accounted repeated, "I have to check with you once more. Did you win the

warehouse at a bid of $500,000? It's $500,000!"

"That's right, hurry!" Conrad was getting increasingly impatient. He was worried that

Princeps would return.

The accountant took out the payment terminal and swiped the ATM card. Conrad

entered the passcode, and the transaction was completed.

Very soon, his phone rang, and his father's nervous voice rang out. "What's going on?

My card has just been charged $500,000!"

The ATM card was tagged with George Anthony's phone number. Hence, there would

be an alert on his phone whenever a transaction took place.

Conrad could not contain his excitement any longer and shouted, "Dad, I have a

surprise for you!"

Narrating the entire story, Conrad sounded increasingly agitated as he went on. On the

other hand, George's heart sank lower as his son told his story. He forced himself to

wait for Conrad to finish talking before raising his voice over the phone, "First, go and

look for Princeps. Where is that dude?"

Conrad raised his head quickly, realizing that Princeps had been gone for a while.

Overwhelmed with excitement, he had forgotten all about him. Seeing that Princeps had

not returned, Conrad started to grow anxious and went to look for him.

Once Conrad looked at the parking lot, he saw that the Tucson gang's truck was long

gone. His vision went black, and he almost fell to the ground. Then he quickly ran to the

warehouse and opened it up. The familiar boxes were inside. However, when he

opened the boxes, they were all empty.