Getting the best from Tarkov

Although Liao Fan had taken a flight some time ago, and went to Thailand, that was a sudden decision after all.

In addition, the flight was booked very late. If Feng Caier had not flown frequently before and was not familiar with some of the procedures and insider information, she might not have been able to book the flight successfully at that time.

But even so, to be honest, the flight experience was not very good.

Because it was a midnight flight and it wasn't a holiday, the plane Liao Fan and Feng Cai'er were on was very small, what's commonly known as a "red-eye flight."

Although it is not simple and has all the supporting facilities that a main passenger aircraft should have, it is still not as good as what Air China and Tang Yunong did this time.

Liao Fan was deeply shocked when he checked in.

Standing in the waiting room, looking at the ridiculously large plane outside the floor-to-ceiling window, Liao Fan had a more intuitive feeling about this behemoth aerial vehicle for the first time.

If I'm not mistaken, the aircraft we're taking this time should be the 747 large passenger aircraft produced by Boeing.

Compared to it, the small plane I took when I went to Thailand before is really just a little brother.

At this time, Liao Fan and Tang Yunong were sitting in the first-class cabin of some of the largest passenger aircraft in the world today.

Looking at the beautiful legs in stockings moving back and forth beside him, Liao Fan could hardly move his eyes.

Unfortunately, this scene was seen right by Tang Yunong who was standing next to him.

"Hmm, have you seen enough? Why don't you go ask her for her WeChat?"

"Um, what, what did you say?"

"Heh, man."

Knowing that he was in the wrong, Liao Fan quickly withdrew his gaze. Fortunately, there was a partition between the two middle seats in the first class cabin, otherwise Liao Fan would be worried that Tang Yunong would reach out and pinch him again. Although he was a little curious as to why the usually aloof female boss would say that, even so, he still chatted with Tang Yunong about the trip in a half-flattering manner.

"Chairman, how do we plan our trip this time?"

"Hmph, don't think I don't know what you men are thinking~"

Glancing at Liao Fan, who was grinning beside him, Tang Yunong continued, "Didn't you check the plane tickets? We're not going directly to Hokkaido, but to Tokyo first. We'll land two days before the ceremony. I'm going to Shibuya to do some shopping."

"Why go to Japan? Aren't there enough brand-name stores in Lujiazui for you to shop at?" Feeling Tang Yunong's tone was a bit harsh, Liao Fan felt a little stingy and said sarcastically, "Besides, you don't need that little money. Is it necessary to go all the way to Tokyo to make a small price difference?"

"Tsk, what do you know? International luxury brands like Coach, Louis Vuitton, and Prada have certain styles that won't be sold in China. Many luxury brands don't even have authorized channels in China.

For example, you can't directly buy supercars like Bugatti, Grenade, and McLaren in China. Even if you make a reservation, you can't reserve some brands until you pick them up, such as the Lamborghini Venom and the Ferrari LaFerrari.

"Um... As a man, I've never even heard of any of the sports car brands you mentioned~~"

"Oh my god! Are you kidding me? You're a young man in your twenties worth hundreds of millions. Don't you even pay attention to these things?"

"Emmmm. Should I be concerned?"

"So what do you usually study?"

At this moment, Tang Yunong looked at Liao Fan, who was beside her with a confused look, as if he was looking at a monster.

She was very confused. The brands mentioned just now were all mentioned by her classmates when she was in school, so why didn't Liao Fan know them?

Looking at Tang Yunong with a shocked expression, Liao Fan thought that he had accidentally revealed something, so he diverted the topic elsewhere.

"Look at what you said. Not all men are interested in supercars. And you've already mentioned which brands don't have authorized stores or ordering channels in China. Anyway, what are you going to buy in that valley this time?"

Tang Yunong glanced at Liao Fan, who was deliberately changing the subject, and gave him a look that said, "Do you think I believe it?" But he didn't continue to pester her. He corrected Liao Fan and said, "It's Shibuya, a district in Tokyo, Japan, similar to Shanghai's Huangpu District. However, the name now has more symbolic meaning, similar to Shanghai's Lujiazui.

As for what to buy, don't ask me. I'll give you a day off, so you can do whatever you want. Just remember not to miss your flight to Hokkaido the next day."

"Would you be so kind? Would you let go of such an opportunity to kill me?"

"I'm telling you, are you a bitch? When you came here, you kept yelling that you had no money and complained that I didn't reimburse your round-trip airfare. Now you're still unwilling to let me buy something without you accompanying me? You want to pay the bill?"

"Ahem, well, you better be careful then. The main thing is, do you know Japanese?"

"もちろんです(Of course)."

"あなたの日本语はいいですね. でもなまりが changes to ですね. (Your Japanese is pretty good, but your accent is weird)."

"Oh my, your Japanese is so good? And I, your immediate superior, only just realized this now? Tell me the truth, what else can you do?"

"Um, what aspect do you mean?"

"...all!"

"Ahem, as for languages, I don't know all of them. The most common ones are English, Russian, Japanese, Spanish, and Arabic. The others I know are more diverse. I'll show them to you when I have the chance."

After hearing what Liao Fan said, Tang Yunong was a little dumbfounded. How could this be called incomplete knowledge? It didn't mean you didn't have to sit at the same table with the representatives of the Eight-Nation Alliance and curse each other.

But in just a moment, she realized there was a loophole in what Liao Fan said: "Common? Don't you know French and Korean?"

"Well, I don't know French yet. I've been busy lately and haven't found the time to learn it. As for Korean, who would go out of their way to learn a dialect? Would you be so free as to learn Hakka?"

"Dialect? What does that mean? What does this have to do with your learning a foreign language?" Tang Yunong really didn't react this time.

"Um, nothing much. By the way, can you tell me about your childhood friend?" Realizing that he had told a cold joke, Liao Fan quickly changed the subject to avoid embarrassment for both of them.

"He, what do you want to know?"

"Why did he hold his wedding in Japan?"

This is a question that Liao Fan has never been able to understand. You know, many Japanese customs are evolved from traditional Chinese customs, such as weddings and funerals.

In Japan, when getting married, unless the man is marrying into the woman's family or the woman is of very high status, the woman must go to the man's house to hold the ceremony, even if the man is not Japanese.

Thinking of this, Liao Fan suddenly felt a little uncomfortable and said with a hint of sarcasm, "Could it be that your childhood friend married into a wealthy Japanese family? Wouldn't that be like rising to the top overnight?"

Tang Yunong obviously didn't hear the sarcasm in Liao Fan's tone, and said casually, "What are you thinking about? It's just because my childhood friend went to study in Japan after college and later joined a Japanese technology company.

I heard that because of his excellent grades, he was assigned a junior management position upon joining the company. However, since he is still in the rising stage of his career, he can't take a long vacation. In addition, he has very few relatives at home, so he finally decided to go to Hokkaido with his wife to hold the ceremony in Japan and travel at the same time.

"Is that so? Tsk tsk, I thought I'd meet the legendary Japanese consortium this time~"

"Don't even think about it. If I really marry into that kind of family, the wedding banquet won't be something we can attend given our status."

"Yeah...that's right. Do you know what his wife's situation is like?"

"I don't know the details. I heard she's the daughter of a local politician in Hokkaido, but I don't know the details of her situation."

"Politicians? Uh... I hope there won't be any unpleasantness."

"I know what you're worried about. Don't worry, my childhood friend is a very upright person. Although he works in Japan now, he would never be that kind of person.

And the fact that he can marry his daughter to a Chinese man means that my childhood friend's future father-in-law at least has no hostility towards China."

"I hope it's as you say."

After hearing Liao Fan's answer, Tang Yunong didn't know how to respond for a moment, so she picked up a pair of headphones and started watching an online drama saved on her mobile phone. It seemed to be adapted from a novel, and she heard it was quite good.

Liao Fan felt a little embarrassed when he realized that he had accidentally killed the conversation. Seeing that Tang Yunong was looking at her phone, he tactfully did not disturb her. Instead, he glanced at the other passengers in the first class cabin subtly.

While Liao Fan and Tang Yunong were chatting, the plane had already taken off smoothly and had risen to the stratosphere. Therefore, most people around them had unbuckled their seat belts and started to busy themselves with their own things.

Some people took the time to go to the bathroom, but most people reclined with their seats reclined, looking at their phones or laptops. The passengers in first class were generally in their forties or fifties, with very few young people.

At this time, the flight attendants began to move around each passenger, delivering the drinks and lunch they needed.

After quickly finishing his lunch, Liao Fan stood up and walked towards the corridor behind him. Of course, he had to take a stroll after eating. Liao Fan had heard that the Boeing 747 was equipped with a restaurant, but he was not sure which model it was, so he didn't know if this plane had one.

After a quick walk around, Liao Fan found that he did not find the so-called restaurant. He thought it was a product of the imagination of those "cloud passengers" on the Internet. But when he was about to go back, he suddenly found that a very beautiful stewardess was being harassed by a very wretched-looking man.

As the man passed by, Liao Fan could accurately hear that he was speaking with a strong Japanese Kansai accent, which sounded a little strange to Liao Fan, who was fluent in Japanese.

Originally, Liao Fan just thought it was a fun thing and was about to leave after taking a look. However, he didn't expect that this man, perhaps feeling embarrassed to be rejected by a beautiful woman in front of other men, or simply having a weird brain, suddenly turned around, grabbed Liao Fan by the collar and started questioning him.

At first, Liao Fan didn't intend to cause trouble. He just raised his hand to indicate that he was just passing by. However, when he saw the man's pupils, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

The pupil size of normal people is basically the same, but it depends on their country and race, because this is determined at the genetic level.

But from Liao Fan's perspective, the man's pupils were several times larger than those of normal people, which was definitely abnormal.

Compared with a normal person's eyes, if the size of a normal person's pupil is compared to a ping-pong ball, then the man's pupil is almost as big as a tennis ball.

Seeing this scene, Liao Fan, who was planning to keep the peace, suddenly felt something was wrong. He wondered if this guy was high on drugs.

Thinking of this, Liao Fan's right hand, which was blocked by the curtain, reached into the man's coat pocket inconspicuously, then quietly took out a 9MM caliber pistol bullet from the safe space and put it into the man's pocket.

Because Liao Fan did not touch the bullet with his hands during the entire process, he was not worried at all that there would be his fingerprints or DNA information on the bullet.

After doing all this, Liao Fan suddenly changed his previous good-natured demeanor. His expression suddenly turned cold, and he stared directly at the man with his eyes without any clear fluctuations. The stewardess who was squeezed behind the man was so scared that her face turned a little pale.