Chapter 490: Chapter 242: Green Field Manor_2

From collections worth hundreds of thousands of US Dollars to trinkets ranging from a few thousand to a few hundred dollars, they had it all.

Clearly, the recent rise in gold prices had George laughing all the way to the bank, with his gold pieces valued at several hundred thousand dollars. He was so pleased with his earnings, he couldn’t bring himself to sell.

No wonder street thugs like Old Black would come here looking for a zero-dollar purchase; it was less risky than robbing a bank and more profitable than hitting up convenience stores or luxury boutiques.

George opened the safe and took out a contract to fill in. He handed it to Allen Zhang to look over.

Allen checked it; it was just a consignment contract, with consigning management fees and handling fees noted, plus a profit share after a successful auction, including triple compensation for any loss or damage to the items.

Seeing no issues, he cheerfully filled in his name.

“Is your diamond ring stored here as well?” Allen asked.

George replied with a smile, “Of course, do you want to see it? I guarantee it’ll dazzle you!”

Allen nodded in agreement.

George input the password, used his fingerprint to unlock the safe, and took out a jewelry box that contained a 17-carat pink diamond ring.

Holy shit, this thing is interesting. At first glance, it’s a high-priced, hefty diamond ring!

Its quality and luster were second only to the blue diamond Allen had seen on the private island of the great collector, Madison.

Had George gone all in on this piece?

Allen was amazed and asked, “This thing is worth at least five million US Dollars, right?”

George chuckled, “That’s not enough. Five million dollars can’t buy it. If it were to be consigned at an auction house, it could fetch at least twelve million dollars!”

Indeed, poverty limited my imagination.

This thing with its pinkish, tender, and watery appearance is sure good-looking.

Allen took a moment to appreciate George’s other collections and did a quick estimate; just the items on display here were worth two million dollars.

Not to mention George’s several other branches and his immovable assets.

This old guy’s entire net worth must be at least twenty or thirty million US Dollars! If he liquidated his entire collection, he could achieve financial freedom.

Although the General Sect Leader was already a multimillionaire, it was clear that he couldn’t compare to others who had amassed wealth over decades.

After signing the consignment contract and greeting George, Allen left the pawnshop, got into his Jeep, and headed to Green Field Town.

He took out his mobile phone and informed old Karl in advance that he was interested in the land in his town.

Old Karl: You’re coming here to buy land? Is it the abandoned Estate Ranch consigned by the Deer family? What are you planning to do with it, raise cattle?

Allen: I have great use for it. Didn’t you also buy a piece of land in the town?

Old Karl: True. But I bought land suitable for grazing and living, got dozens of cattle and sheep for retirement. The land from the Deer family has been neglected for many years. If you buy it, you’ll have to spend a big sum on development. I don’t have that much time, and managing six thousand acres is too overwhelming.

Allen: Why is he so eager to sell that land? Did something happen to his family?

Old Karl: Right, the Deer’s son has always been rebellious, disobedient, fond of loitering outside. It seems he offended someone online and is harassed by street thugs every day. They couldn’t bear it anymore and decided to move away.

Old Karl: Some people have approached the Deer family to buy the land, but they’re only willing to pay less than one million US Dollars. Those willing to pay more faced varying degrees of harassment, making the land unsellable in the short term. If you want this land, I can notify Deer. If you can withstand the pressure and solve the troubles, you could enjoy a favorable low price.

Allen: Ok. I’m planning to go there and have a look.

He also contacted the estate owner, expressing his interest in purchasing the land and inquiring if they had time to meet.

Estate owner: I have time right now. When you get here, you can call me directly.

Allen sent a message to Sieg, asking him to accompany him on a trip.

They agreed on a meeting spot, and Allen drove to pick him up. Soon, Allen saw Sieg at a crossroads, standing and drinking coffee with a few Beggar Gang Disciples.

Allen parked by the roadside, greeted them, and unlocked the car doors.

They quickly came over with big grins and got into the car along with the Beggar Gang Disciples.

Sieg, sitting in the passenger seat, buckled up and asked, “Boss, what task do you have for me?”

“Nothing major, just going to the countryside to check out a piece of Estate Ranch land. And on the way, help sort out some trouble for them, to get that land at a bargain price.”

Allen simply explained and started the car, checked the map for navigation, and drove out of the city towards the rural outskirts.

Sieg was surprised, “You want to buy land? How much land? Got 500 acres?”

He looked up land prices in California, “Land near or in the city center with commercial value is quite expensive. If it’s remote suburban or rural land, basically it’s worthless, only needing 2-3 US Dollars per square meter, sometimes less than one dollar. But subsequent development also costs a lot, and you still have to pay land tax and property tax every year. If there are mineral or oil resources underground, that’s a different story.”