CHAPTER 1518: CHAPTER 724 THIS IS JUST A TIP OF THE ICEBERG

The sale of monster body tissues went smoothly. Two-thirds of the research representatives wanted to buy more tissue components. Sean Knight mentioned during the sale that he would consider selling more monster tissues later, but an appointment was necessary.

Some were already eager to leave; they wanted to quickly store the biological tissues in their cars and then return to their laboratories for research.

Others still lingered, hoping to extract more information, like when the next bidding would occur.

"One week later," Sean Knight provided a clear timeframe.

After all, the monster tissues sold this time only accounted for a small portion; the bulk had not yet been sold.

However, once this batch of monster tissues was sold, the news would spread within the industry, and by then, more organizations would come to bid.

That’s when the real money would come in.

As some left, naturally, others came in. Nearly one in every two people intended to secretly stash camera equipment and stealthily take some shots.

Fortunately, Sean Knight had sharp eyes; nothing could escape his vision, blinding these foreigners.

After thirty-two research representatives had all left, Douglas Cooper packed up the remaining monster tissues, and Elijah Hastings, Lincoln Harrington, and Old Baker cleaned up the venue, then left together and returned to Sean Knight’s villa.

Next came the division of profits.

"Thirty-two buyers, a total purchase of 2,850 grams," reported Elijah Hastings.

"The actual revenue is 28.5 million dollars. According to the agreement, we should pay Mr. Fan 1,425,000 dollars."

Old Baker’s surname was Fan, and he was the fifth in his family line, hence the nickname Old Baker.

1.4 million dollars wasn’t much for Sean Knight—just over a hundred grams of monster tissues. But for Old Baker, it solved an urgent need—

The last storm had cost him a lot, and this money would at least recover his losses.

"Quickly give me the account details, then have Elijah transfer the money to you," Sean Knight said with a smile. "This money is rightfully yours. There will be plenty more later."

Sean Knight was referring to the next monster tissue auction he had mentioned to the buyers.

"Please rest assured, Mr. Knight; I will do my best to handle everything!" Old Baker promised, patting his chest.

"It should be quite simple from here on out," Sean Knight chuckled. "Once these people take the monster tissues back, the news will likely spread quickly, and many people should contact you.

What you need to do is to carefully select the suitable buyers. Not everyone who contacts you will have the capital to buy these things."

Sean Knight’s words were clear, but there were plenty of implications, which gave Old Baker much to ponder.

"Stay in Stockholm for the next few days," Sean Knight suggested with a smile. "One week’s time, we need to be better prepared for our next move."

Quinn and the others knew that Sean Knight was referring to the lax search this time. Just as Quinn was about to stand up, Sean Knight waved his hand:

"It doesn’t involve you. The current scanning equipment can’t completely prevent these things. Fortunately, next time, we won’t need to display them like this.

Over the next few days, we will break down the monster’s body tissues, separating them piece by piece, so they can choose whichever piece they want to buy. Without the overall appearance, even if they bring hidden camera equipment, there’s no need to worry."

"And if several parties are interested in purchasing the same piece?" Douglas Cooper couldn’t help but ask.

"Then we’ll start bidding," Sean Knight answered with a smile. "This is exactly why Old Baker needs to prepare in advance. Those who want to purchase important components of the monster tissues need to be ready to spend the money!"

"And how can we make them willing to pay?" Douglas Cooper asked, driven by a persistent curiosity.

"We’ll need to manipulate public opinion," responded Sean Knight. "For example, if someone told you there’s a monster in the world that looks like a human but has lived for three to four hundred years and still looks spirited... do you think the rich..."

As soon as he said this, Elijah and the others immediately understood.

A moment of realization!

"You mean, we create some rumors online..."

"Actually, we can’t exactly say they’re rumors," Sean Knight corrected. "Based on our current specimen, it’s conservatively estimated to have lived for about a hundred years."

"That’s really... a fatal temptation for those wealthy yet worrying about their short lives!" Douglas Cooper nodded vigorously.

Douglas Cooper took the initiative to handle the task of manipulating public opinion through paid internet commenters.

Old Baker said his farewells and left; he still had to spend the money quickly. There were still medical and settling-in expenses for the crew that hadn’t been paid.

After Old Baker left, Sean Knight said to Elijah:

"700,000 for the three of you to split. Leave the remaining 20 million for me. Oh, and take out another million for Douglas as funds for activities."

"Boss, the activity funds can come out of the 700,000. The rest of us splitting it is fine too. We’ve taken plenty already," Elijah hastily said, "We can’t always take advantage of you."

Sean Knight waved his hand, unconcerned.

In the evening, Cheryl Suweton called from the King’s Palace, mentioning she wouldn’t come over today.

Sean Knight told her to have fun over there. These past few days, Cheryl had been much happier staying by Sean Knight’s side, and he felt relieved.

He thought about whether, after the next auction, he could leave Europe and return to Asia.