Getting the best from Tarkov

After tidying up the warehouse, Liao Fan took out all 30 golden eggs he had recently stored at once.

It's an exciting moment again.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining the following military skills: Dagger Mastery, Pistol Master*2, Rifle Elementary, Sniper Master*3, Armored Vehicle Driving Intermediate, Fire Control System Operation Elementary."

"Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining the following life skills: Russian Proficiency, Arabic Proficiency, Motorcycle Driving Advanced Level 4, Motor Vehicle Driving Master, Tricycle Driving Elementary."

"Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining artistic skills: Advanced Piano Performance*2, Elementary Violin Performance, Intermediate Dance."

"Ding, congratulations to the host for winning the extreme sports categories: Skydiving Master, Advanced Surfing, Advanced Snowboarding, Advanced Rock Climbing, Master Diving, Advanced Downhill Racing, Advanced Extreme Rafting."

"Ding, congratulations to the host for winning a $10 voucher*1"

"Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining a skill transfer voucher*1"

"Ding, it's detected that the host has obtained: Pistol Master, Dagger Master, Intermediate Rifle, Sniper Master, Advanced Armored Vehicle Driving, Russian Proficiency, Arabic Proficiency, Motor Vehicle Driving Master, Advanced Piano Playing, Skydiving Master, Surfing Proficiency, Snowboarding Proficiency, Diving Master. Duplicate skills have been automatically converted into US dollar vouchers, totaling: $1 vouchers * 18, $1000 vouchers * 3."

It seems that the benefits of smashing golden eggs are getting smaller and smaller. Most of the skills that can be used are basically available, but is there something new this time?

What are Skills Transfer Vouchers?

"Ding, answer the host. The Skill Transfer Voucher is a one-time-use item that can be used on any human being. It can perfectly transfer a skill that one possesses to another."

Um... it seems pretty good. After all, things like piano playing, or those messy languages, or armored car and helicopter driving, etc., are really useless.

With the transfer coupon, you can train your own team, but I don’t know whether it is easy to get this exchange coupon.

"Ding, answer the system. The chance of winning items like skill exchange scrolls or face-shaping scrolls is 0.3%. This means that if you draw 1000 times in a row, you're guaranteed to get three special scrolls."

Fuck you!!! Is this system from the Year of the Horse? A 0.3% chance? And it's guaranteed!!!

"Ding, it's detected that the host has great resentment towards the system. Now reminding the host to use the face pinching scroll as soon as possible. Don't be stubborn."

...roll!!!

After venting his anger to the air, Liao Fan felt relaxed all over. He looked at the time and it was still early. Although he hardly needed to go to the company now, he still had to do some face-saving work.

Ever since she missed the money-making opportunity given to her by Liao Fan last time, Tang Yunong's attitude towards him has become increasingly strange.

Although he was not as cautious as when he was first promoted, he did not interfere too much with his slacking off at the company, which gradually evolved into turning a blind eye to his absenteeism without reason.

Anyway, he doesn't have anything serious to do in the company.

However, since that time, Liao Fan never proposed to Tang Yunong about making money together again, as if he had forgotten about her, which made the beautiful chairman feel a little embarrassed.

After learning that the information Liao Fan had originally provided was completely accurate, Tang Yunong also secretly paid attention to relevant U.S. stock information and the rise and fall trends of futures.

And precisely because of this, after estimating how much money Liao Fan had earned that time, Tang Yunong felt so regretful that her teeth were aching.

This was a money-making opportunity that was right at my doorstep, but I just missed it.

During this period, the beautiful chairman has been waiting to see if Liao Fan will look for her again. After all, with her financial strength, although she cannot compare with the leading companies in various industries, and is not the best in Shanghai, which is a dangerous place, it still depends on who she is compared with.

At least among the so-called partners in the current fund companies, no one can compare to her in terms of actual assets.

This was also the reason why she was too embarrassed to look for Liao Fan.

However, although she couldn't bring herself to do it at the moment, she became a little anxious when she saw that Liao Fan really ignored her.

Today, I came to the company with nothing to do, and found that Liao Fan was there too. I quickly found an excuse to go into his office.

Wang Yi has been having a very successful life recently.

As the domestic stock market has become increasingly sluggish recently, the importance of the network of contacts of veteran financial professionals like him has been demonstrated at this moment.

Compared with those grassroots salesmen who have no roots or connections, Wang Yi can often get some inside information through his personal connections.

Although he doesn't make a lot of money, he can always make his business reports look good.

But even so, he is the only one who knows whether he is making real money or not. What is the point of just having a good-looking report?

Since his career hadn't made any progress, his old problems started to recur.

He was already somewhat dissatisfied with the beautiful girls in his department, and recently he had set his sights on Yang Xue.

But two days ago, through observation, he discovered that this girl's financial situation was getting better and better. Not only did she buy a new car - a BMW Z4, but her daily food, clothing and daily necessities were also getting higher and higher. This made him feel a sense of urgency.

He had originally planned to take some time today to find Yang Xue to sound out the truth, but when he opened the door, he saw the chairman sneaking into Liao Fan's office like a thief, which made him so angry that his face turned black.

Haven't these two been in contact for a while? Why are they here again today?

Thinking about how Liao Fan and Tang Yunong often stayed in the office for an entire afternoon, he hurried back to the office and picked up the eavesdropping tools that were sold specially.

This thing is a police product that he asked a friend to buy on the black market.

Some time ago, while Liao Fan and Yang Xue were not in the company, he placed receivers in their offices.

Although the sound is a little distorted, it is very clear.

At this moment, Liao Fan had no idea that "walls have ears" in the true sense of the word, and he was chatting with the chairman about all kinds of messy topics without any awareness of his defense.

"Chairman, what brings you here today?"

"Come on, don't give me that. You didn't have this attitude last night. What's wrong? I didn't agree to you last time, so now you really ignore me?"

"Uh... How can I? I've been busy lately, and yours is pretty good too. Do you think you like mine?"

"How dare you say that? Don't you know what the company's situation is like?"

"It's okay. It's not that I didn't look for you. You are so powerful, and my little tricks are not worthy of your attention."

"Tsk, don't think I don't know that you have a lot of money. You called me late at night and asked for 8000 without hesitation. Tell me the truth, is it really that much?"

"Well, to be honest, I originally wanted 6000, but when I thought about you... I said 2000 more."

"6000 isn't a small amount. Go out and ask around. Who can claim to make two or three thousand these days? Especially since you started with 6000. Tell me the truth, how much did you make in the end?"

"You really want to know?"

"Forget it if you don't say it~"

"Hey, hey, hey, come on, uh... in the end, not counting the 8000, it's about... this number."

After saying that, Liao Fan made a victory gesture towards Tang Yunong.

"two hundred?"

"no..."

"two thousand?"

“Um… not really…”

"...Two umm..."

“Shhh!!!”

Seeing that Tang Yunong's expression was not right, Liao Fan immediately stood up from his seat and covered Tang Yunong's mouth with his hand.

"Auntie, keep your voice down and don't shout!!!"

"Ohhhh, really that many?"

"What do you think? This doesn't even include the 8000~"

"Ah!! Oh my God... No, you have no conscience. You haven't come to me since that night. You just drank and ate alone!!! No, you must take me with you!!!"

"Okay, but I have to be frank. There are two things I have to say. First, you can only invest with your own capital, but you can't interfere with the actual operations, and don't ask too many questions. Also, you can't talk about this in the company. I have my own team."

"Okay, I promise. How much do you plan to take in the future? Will you invest all your earnings this time?"

"That's the second point. Since I have mostly inside information, I won't invest a lot of money at once, otherwise it'll easily attract attention. For small companies, the maximum investment is 100 million, and there's a high probability that they won't use leverage. For large companies, the maximum investment will not exceed 1000 million, which is $1000 million for US stocks.

If you want to play along, then I'll put in half, 500 million each. If we're going to split the profits, we'll split the net profit, excluding employee benefits. Is that okay?"

"Okay, I promise you, but isn't this a little less?"

"Don't be so greedy. This kind of capital game isn't for people like us without connections. We can live comfortably just by getting a piece of the pie on the periphery. Don't always think about competing with those hungry wolves on Wall Street. Be careful not to be discovered and attacked."

"Okay, I'll listen to you. I didn't realize you were so calm at such a young age. You can refuse tens of millions or even hundreds of millions in profits just like that."

"There's nothing I can do. When I was a kid, the director of the orphanage once said this: 'You can never make enough money in this world, and more money isn't always better.' If you can't control your greed, once you make a million, you'll want to make 10 million, 100 million, or even more."

"Tsk tsk tsk, the wisdom of the old man. After listening to you, I want to go visit the old man."

"Forget it, the old man died four years ago."

"Okay, are you free tonight? Let's go have dinner together?"

"your treat?"

"Damn! I can't kill you!!! I'll treat you!"

"Okay, I'll take your car after get off work."

. . .

At this time, Wang Yi was so angry that he was shaking all over in the office. Since he only heard the first half, he had no idea what Liao Fan and Tang Yunong were talking about.

"This damned couple is so shameless!

You are such a good guy, Tang Yunong. You act so high and mighty all day long, and seem so noble, but in fact, your mind is full of thieves and whores!

Even though you're married, I can understand if you're keeping a gigolo, but why are you still selling yourself out there? What's the point of asking for six or eight thousand? Why don't you just rob someone? Do you have a gold rim?

You're so blind! I'm so pissed! If I'd known, I would have just thrown my money at it. But it doesn't matter. Didn't you sell it for a high price? When you run out of money, I'll see how much you're worth! We'll see!

And Liao Fan, you look silly, but I didn't expect you to be the same as me, and this started playing in the company.

No, I'm dying of suffocation... Xu Qian, come here."

. . .

"Hey, Brother Wang, what's wrong?"

"Close the door."

"What's up, Wang? What's the matter..."

. . .

After chatting with Tang Yunong for a while, they looked at the time. They didn't wait until the time to punch in, so they got up and walked to the underground garage together.

Ever since buying the car, Liao Fan couldn't help but complain every time he saw Tang Yunong's Cayenne. He couldn't understand why people who bought this car liked it, just the logo.

Following Tang Yunong, the two of them arrived at a Xinjiang restaurant, which Liao Fan had suggested. He'd been eating takeout lately and was getting tired of pre-prepared meals.

Sitting in the private room, neither of them gave in to the other, and they were chatting while eating the food on the table.

"Xiao Fan, tell me about your past life~"

"Well, there's actually nothing much to say. What my childhood friend said last time was all true. It was just an ordinary orphanage. There's nothing new about it from childhood to adulthood."

"Have you ever been back since you graduated?"

"No, after the old man died, the orphanage was closed down, and the remaining children were placed in a state-run welfare home, and the caregivers were also dismissed."

"Okay, tell me about your former dean. I feel like he must be a very wise man."

“Okay, that orphanage was actually run by the former director himself, and the old man used to be a soldier.

After retiring from the army in the 90s, the Soviet Union collapsed. Relying on the few words of Russian he had learned while serving in the Northeast, he ran to the Soviet Union and became a trader.

The last time, he originally planned to take his family on a trip, but they ended up being robbed by gangs and all the family members died. He was the only one who escaped alive.

He quit trading after that, having earned enough money anyway. I heard that in 2000, he had over 1 million in savings, most of which he had invested in gold. He hid it away.

With this money, the old man used his connections to set up an orphanage. I remember when I was a child, there were less than 20 children and five caregivers in the orphanage.

"That's not right. From what you said, your orphanage definitely didn't spend 1 million over the years. It won't be so expensive that it can't continue operating after the old man dies."

"It wouldn't cost much, but no one knows where the gold is after the old man died. Besides, I suspect he was murdered."

"Ah? What do you say?"

"Although the old man was 84 years old when he died and had participated in the Korean War, he was in very good health. Apart from a cold leg, I had no other health issues. He passed away suddenly. He had no children, and the orphanage caregivers didn't offer any explanation. He was hastily cremated."

"Tsk tsk tsk, what did the police say then?"

"I don't know the details. I heard it was a heart attack. I had just started working at the time, so I went to pay my respects. I don't know any details."

"...Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Let me tell you about you. What were you doing recently?"

"Well... I made some money back then, so I went on vacation to Thailand for a while."

"Haha, with a beautiful lady."

"Um... it just happened. I went to Duobao Pavilion to ask Sister Cai'er about something. You know I picked up some antiques before, and I don't know many people in this circle, so I went to her for advice. We happened to talk about my trip to Thailand, and Sister Cai'er also said she wanted to go out and relax, so we ended up going to Thailand together."

"Haha, do you think I believe it?"

"Ahem, really, it's just a coincidence~"

"Heh, man. Then what's going on between you and Yang Xue?"

"Ah? Manager Yang? What happened to her?"

"Don't act stupid~"

"Ah, uh, well... it's nothing. It's just that she and I happened to be renting in the same neighborhood, so we were close. Hey? This soup is delicious. Let me tell you, the environment and everything in Thailand are pretty good, but the food is a little strange. It's either all seafood or all spicy... I heard that Sister Cai'er got a rash on her face after she stayed there for a while."

"Don't interrupt me. I'm asking you about Yang Xue, why are you talking about Thailand? Tell the truth, or I won't let you go home today."

"Uh...really? Then where should I stay? At your house?"

"Get lost! Why didn't I see you were such a big pig's hoof before?"

"You can't blame me for this. Go ask around the company and see how many male colleagues don't have feelings for you."

"Really? I don't go to the company very often."

"real..."

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