Chapter 131 Finding a Solution

Looking at the meadow where a vast amount of gold and silver treasure was buried, Wang Xiuyuan murmured:

"This scenery is truly enchanting. I wish I could wake up to such a beautiful view every day."

Seeing his meticulously maintained house being appreciated, the owner, Eric Rouse, smiled happily.

"You are still young, so work hard while you have the chance. Someday you can build a house like this and design the garden according to your own preferences.

Rest for a while; I'll go prepare some snacks so you can have some afternoon tea before you head out."

Watching the owner's retreating back, Wang Xiuyuan led his group of Bodyguards downstairs.

"I am certain the treasure is buried in some corner of this house. Arrange for someone to get a metal detector so we can easily pinpoint the exact location.

Now, there is a tricky problem: how can we search for the treasure and dig it up without alerting anyone else?

Everyone, start thinking."

As soon as Wang Xiuyuan posed the question, a Bodyguard immediately responded.

"How about we just finish off the owner? Once he's gone, we'll have plenty of time to search slowly.

Besides, this place is very remote. The nearest house is nearly a kilometer away, so the chance of being discovered is very low."

When these words were spoken, the others looked at the speaker in surprise, as if confirming whether this guy was joking.

Wang Xiuyuan was left speechless; why was this approach to solving problems so violent? This was not a good sign.

"What kind of terrible idea is that? Don't resort to killing to solve problems every time; use your brain more.

Who were the people we used force to physically eliminate before?

Those people were scum who committed countless crimes and evil deeds; eliminating them was a good deed.

But what about this owner?

From our brief interaction just now, he seems like a kind and warm-hearted person. How could we harm someone like him? It's just not right.

Think of something else. Everyone, come up with a solution."

Wang Xiuyuan was a very skilled manager. When faced with difficult problems, he wouldn't lock himself away to struggle in isolation. Unless strict secrecy was required, he preferred to bring everyone together to brainstorm solutions.

A group of people each offering a mediocre idea—every bad idea always had some merit, and it was easy to find inspiration within them.

By combining these merits, the answer to the problem would naturally emerge.

"How about we discuss it with the owner, stay here for the night, and then quietly drug him so he sleeps soundly?

One night is enough time for us to get a lot done. If that's not enough, we can do it for another night."

Wang Xiuyuan gave the speaker a thumbs up: "That's a decent idea, but it has some flaws. One night might be a bit tight.

There's another problem: if the treasure is buried underground, it will be hard to restore the ground to its original state after we dig it up, which carries the risk of exposure.

We'll keep your idea as a backup in case we have no other choice. Everyone else, keep thinking."

"How about we leave normally, then return after dark, tie up the owner, and release him after we dig up the treasure?

There would be no casualties, and the owner would suffer no financial loss, so the British police generally wouldn't pay much attention to such a case.

Besides, it would be hard for others to track us down after we leave."

Wang Xiuyuan thought for a moment. This was indeed a solution, but the risk was high; it was purely a gamble on how strong the British police's sense of responsibility was.

Although the British police were indeed not very reliable, what if they were unlucky and encountered a responsible officer who insisted on getting to the bottom of it?

"This is also a decent idea, and relatively reliable.

But if the police really investigate, there are too many loopholes. First, a group has already been hanging around Hoxne Village for a long time, and second, we have also appeared here today.

So it would be easy for the police to list us as suspects."

The others also offered their thoughts. Although these ideas weren't perfect and some even had major flaws, Wang Xiuyuan evaluated them all very objectively.

He didn't criticize anyone for having a bad idea, and this attitude encouraged the Bodyguards to speak their minds freely.

Whether interacting with leaders and colleagues at work or spouses and parents in life, most people are initially very willing to offer ideas or help.

But the reality is that the vast majority of people are ungrateful idiots.

These idiots never consider one question: the people giving them advice or help could have chosen not to speak or help at all.

Perhaps the advice given isn't always thoughtful or reliable, or even turns out to be terrible, but regardless, giving a positive response is what they should do.

Criticizing, complaining, grumbling, and hurling insults are all tools that weaken the relationship between two parties, so it's no wonder some people's lives get worse and worse—they deserve it.

Just as Wang Xiuyuan was frowning in distress, Holt suddenly spoke up.

"Boss, have you ever thought about just buying this house?

This house might be expensive for us, but for you, it's not even a drop in the bucket.

Once you buy this house, we can dig however we want, whenever we want, and no one has the right to stop us."

These words hit Wang Xiuyuan like a bolt of lightning; he genuinely hadn't thought of that.

It's just a house! Why not just buy it!

Wang Xiuyuan had simply failed to think of such a simple solution.

However, this couldn't be blamed on Wang Xiuyuan; he hadn't been wealthy for very long, and many of his problem-solving habits hadn't yet shifted.

In his previous life, he was no rich man, but a quintessential real estate marketing cog in the machine. Although he held a certain position, he was just a higher-ranking cog.

The way poor people solve problems is completely different from the way rich people solve them.

Suppose you need to go from the southernmost part of the city to the northernmost part.

Someone with a monthly salary of 3,000 would choose to take the bus or cram onto the subway, transferring multiple times, spending half a day, and arriving exhausted, but only spending a few dollars to solve the problem.

Someone with a monthly salary of 8,000 would choose to carpool, but they would need to accommodate the driver's schedule. If they were unlucky, it might still take half a day to reach the destination, costing several dozen dollars, but they would be much more relaxed.

Someone with a monthly salary of 15,000 would choose a private car service, arriving earlier and being much more relaxed, but it would cost one or two hundred dollars.

Someone with a monthly salary of 25,000 would drive themselves, leaving whenever they want, with relatively controllable time and less physical burden, but the cost of buying and maintaining the car would be relatively high.

And the rich not only have their own cars but also hire a full-time chauffeur to drive for them. The only downside is the expense, but they don't have to suffer.