Getting the best from Tarkov

After returning to the hiding place and putting all his supplies into the storage box, Liao Fan went to the sanatorium several times.

As a result, before I knew it, I had spent a whole day and two nights in the game. Although I was able to evacuate alive many times, I was also punished by the big brother several times.

The most painful time was when Liao Fan got two LEDXs and was blocked by his elder brother in a small storage room next to the spiral staircase in the east building.

I don't know what this guy was thinking, but he didn't rush in, but just kept throwing grenades into the storage room.

Because Liao Fan was protected by a bunker, he was not killed until the fourth grenade hit him.

The process of being bombed by grenades was simply torture for Liao Fan.

Not only do you have to endure the huge explosions coming from close to your ears, but you also have to shrink your body behind the cover as much as possible.

Even so, Liao Fan's internal organs were still churning from the shock of the grenade exploding at close range, and his body was inevitably torn into a bloody mess by waves of shrapnel.

When the third grenade exploded, Liao Fan was shocked to the point of vomiting on the spot.

Looking at the vomit mixed with broken pieces of internal organs, Liao Fan could no longer bear it. After the fourth grenade was thrown in, he fell headfirst onto the grenade and then knew nothing.

When Liao Fan woke up again, he was in the underground doctor's underground clinic again.

Looking at the doctor lady standing next to him with her back to him, Liao Fan once again felt impressed by her medical skills.

If I'm not mistaken, it should have been broken when I delivered it. Even if not, it was probably torn beyond recognition.

But after the aunt's miraculous healing hands, he was able to lie on the hospital bed without any serious injury.

He touched the root of his thigh that was bloody and mangled in his memory, and breathed a sigh of relief. Without saying anything, he stood up, paid the bill, and walked silently towards the hiding place.

After returning to the hiding place and lying on the camp bed, Liao Fan took a full half hour to calm down the fear that had just been dominated by the grenade.

However, when he saw the storage box in front of him filled with antique vases, teapots and antique books, he immediately felt a sense of satisfaction.

During these two days and nights, Liao Fan did not do any tasks and was always collecting these supplies.

In the end, hard work paid off and Liao Fan finally managed to accumulate enough.

After selling 48 antique vases to the aunt in one go, Liao Fan went offline and returned without even checking how much he got in total.

But the moment he returned, he immediately regretted why he had risked his life so much.

In just a moment, Liao Fan felt all the pain brought by being blown up by a grenade, being shot through the head, chest, abdomen, limbs, as well as hunger and broken internal organs. Then, without a doubt, Liao Fan fell to the ground and fainted.

After an unknown amount of time, when the feeling of hunger came over him again, Liao Fan opened his eyes in a daze.

Liao Fan got up from the ground tremblingly and looked at the gloomy sky behind him. At this moment, his mind was full of all kinds of delicious food.

I had been immersed in the game for two days without realizing it, and outside of the game, my physical body had not eaten for two whole days.

At this moment, Liao Fan even felt that he could eat a whole sheep alive.

But before Liao Fan could recover, he discovered a large black and brown area on the floor beneath him.

If other people saw this, they might not feel anything, but Liao Fan was very familiar with this color.

This is clearly the color of dried blood.

Thinking of this, Liao Fan immediately raised his right hand. Sure enough, in the dim light of the monitor on the table, Liao Fan's hand was also covered with dried blood.

Seeing this scene, Liao Fan no longer cared about whether he was hungry or not. He jumped up and ran into the bathroom.

But when he turned on the light and stood in front of the mirror, he was so scared by the person in the mirror that he almost jumped up.

Liao Fan in the mirror was seen to have dried blood not only on his hands but also on his face and chest. The dark brown bloodstains made him look like a devil crawling out of hell.

Without thinking too much, Liao Fan tore off his T-shirt and kept washing the blood off his body with water.

It was not until the color gradually faded that he realized that he had no wounds on his body. But then, where did the blood on his body come from?

Judging from the area, he must have lost a lot of blood, roughly estimated to be at least 500CC.

No wonder I felt so weak when I opened my eyes. 500cc of blood, while not life-threatening, was enough to make one feel weak.

After looking in the mirror again and confirming that there were indeed no wounds, Liao Fan did not rush out to clean the house. Instead, he turned around and went to the bathroom in the bedroom on the second floor to take a shower.

After washing all the blood stains on his body, he went back to the study on the first floor.

Looking at the large pool of blood on the ground, Liao Fan suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to be very good at cleaning this kind of thing.

I first wiped it with clean water, but found that it didn't work, so I poured some detergent, but there were still many traces left. In the end, I had no choice but to contact the housekeeping department and let professionals clean up the mess.

After making an appointment for the housekeeping to come the next day, Liao Fan sat back at his computer desk.

After taking two sets of deep breaths, he calmed down and took out the antique from the conversion space that was converted from 48 antique vases at one time.

When Liao Fan saw the plum vase in his hand, which had no patterns or decorations on the whole body but was covered with various sparse cracks and had a green and blue color, he realized again that he had touched upon his blind spot in knowledge.

What the hell is this?

What is certain now is that this is a product of the Song Dynasty. Of course, it may also be from the Tang Dynasty. Liao Fan cannot understand the specific era. Let alone the era, he doesn't even know what this is.

But since it is something from before the Song Dynasty, it must be valuable.

And judging from the condition, there is no damage at all, so it should be worth a lot of money.

As for the specific value, you have to find a professional to take a look.

Thinking of this, Liao Fan subconsciously took out his mobile phone and dialed Feng Caier's number, but when he heard the voice "The number you dialed is turned off" from the phone, he remembered that Feng Caier had disappeared.

This is a bit troublesome.

I only know one person like this in the antique circle in Shanghai.

He didn't dare to take the bottle to the antique street rashly. After thinking about it, Liao Fan finally called Tang Yunong's cell phone.

"Beep...beep...beep...Hello, Chairman! Are you busy?"

"What's going on? What's going on so late at night?"

"Hey? What's your attitude? Don't you need me to help you plug the hole?"

"How dare you ask me where you've been these past two days? I thought you'd run away."

"Tsk, you underestimate me, Liao. I'm not going to tease you any more. Do you know anyone who specializes in antique appraisal? I have an item here that I need someone to take a look at."

Hearing Liao Fan say this, Tang Yunong was stunned at first, but thinking of the blue and white porcelain tea set she had bought from him before, she didn't think much about it and just thought that the other party had bought something from somewhere again.

After carefully searching his own network of contacts in his mind, he said impatiently, "I'm not saying anything to Liao Fan, but do you have nothing to do? I'm anxiously waiting for your funds, why are you looking for antiques?"

I’m really impressed by you. Take a piece of paper and write it down. 138…”

Liao Fan was also confused by Tang Yunong's question, but after a little thought, he figured out what the other party meant. He thought that the other party must have misunderstood something, but he did not explain. He just responded with a few words and hung up the phone.

Looking at the phone number written on the note paper on the table, this was the number Tang Yunong had called him just now.

Just call this number.

Thinking of this, Liao Fan looked at the time. It was already past 9 o'clock in the evening. It was obviously not appropriate to disturb others now. He casually put the plum vase on the table on the bookshelf beside him, got up and went downstairs to find food.

I can't stand it anymore, it's too fast.

......

The next day, Liao Fan got up early. He had been delaying Tang Yunong for three days, and he felt it was inappropriate not to help her fill the hole.

After all, I had already promised the other party before.

Thinking of this, Liao Fan got up and washed up simply, then went downstairs holding the plum vase. In the car, Liao Fan dialed the number Tang Yunong gave him and made an appointment with her.

After hanging up the phone, I entered the address provided by the other party into the navigation and arrived at the destination in a short while.

But when Liao Fan walked into the other party's office, he was stunned.

It turns out that this is an office of Sotheby's auction house in Shanghai, but this should not be their headquarters in Shanghai.

Liao Fan didn't care why Sotheby's had to set up two offices in one city.

After communicating with the receptionist, Liao Fan followed the lady, holding his backpack, towards a meeting room. It was obvious that the other party had been waiting for him in advance.

After opening the door, Liao Fan saw Zhang Zhibin, the person he had contacted on the phone before. He was a middle-aged man with elegant appearance and well-dressed.

Judging from his appearance, he was probably around 40 years old, but the temperament he exuded made Liao Fan look at him with respect.

After a few brief exchanges, the other party looked at Liao Fan with amusement after learning about the relationship between Liao Fan and Tang Yunong, but did not say much. Instead, he gestured to Liao Fan to take out the plum vase and put it on the table.

But when Zhang Zhibin saw what Liao Fan brought, he was so shocked that he was speechless for a long time.

After about two or three minutes, the man did not directly check it out, but after obtaining Liao Fan's consent, he began to take pictures of the plum vase from different angles.

After taking about seven or eight photos in a row, I sent all the photos to a WeChat friend in one go.

After waiting for the other party to reply to the message, the man stopped wasting time on WeChat and called directly.

"Hello, Mr. Wang... Yes, yes, yes, I don't have any here... I haven't looked at it carefully yet, but I just felt like asking for your opinion. You're an expert in this area... Okay, then the guests and I will wait here for you. You should... Okay, okay, sure, sure."

Liao Fan was also a little confused at this time. What was the man in front of him doing? He nodded and bowed to the phone.

However, Liao Fan did not urge him, but continued to sit calmly in the chair and drink the tea brought by the other party's assistant.

I have to say, this company is very generous. They even serve good tea to ordinary customers like me.

Although Liao Fan had never tasted what truly good tea tasted like, it was at least much better than the Tieguanyin or Biluochun that cost 100 yuan per pound at home.

Seeing the other party hang up the phone, Liao Fan was about to ask, but he heard the man take the initiative to say, "Mr. Liao, I'm sorry to have delayed your time. The following is what happened. I just contacted our Sotheby's expert in China. He will be coming from the headquarters soon. Could you please wait a little longer?"

Hearing what the other party said, Liao Fan raised his eyebrows. It seemed that his bottle was a little unusual. However, he was not afraid that the other party would do something weird. After all, Sotheby's was a large international group and would not be so tasteless.

What the other party said piqued Liao Fan's interest. "Manager Zhang, I'm a little curious why your company has set up two offices in Shanghai. I remember that Sotheby's headquarters in China isn't here."

"Ah, you're talking about that. Our Sotheby's headquarters in Shanghai isn't really here. This place is more like an office area. Besides being used for senior management offices and receiving VIP clients, the headquarters is also responsible for organizing various auctions.

You also know how high the housing prices are in Shanghai, so the mid-level and basic office areas are set up here separately.

Of course, in addition to office meetings, this place is also used to entertain special customers, such as those introduced by friends like you.

After all, to do business in China, one must understand the rules of the game in this country. Many people are not comfortable appearing in the public eye directly."

After listening to Zhang Zhibin's words, Liao Fan also understood what he meant. It seemed that he regarded himself as a person with a sensitive identity.

But Liao Fan didn't explain anything.

Time passed by unknowingly as the two of them chatted. Zhang Zhibin was worthy of being able to come forward to receive "special customers". For more than half an hour, the two of them talked about almost everything under the sun, but no matter how far the topic strayed, the other party could always pull it back at the right time.

It is also possible to do this without Liao Fan noticing anything, while still allowing Liao Fan to have a good chat. Most importantly, the other party can also get some information about Liao Fan silently.

However, Liao Fan handled it with ease and did not reveal a single word that he did not want the other party to know.

Just when Liao Fan felt that his urge to smoke was getting stronger, someone knocked on the door of the reception room from outside.

But when he saw the person who opened the door and came in, Liao Fan's brows jumped.

It's no surprise that Liao Fan had actually seen this man before. He was the man on the USB flash drive he found in Xu Qi's house before.

After Zhang Zhibin's introduction, Liao Fan realized that this old man was the "Mr. Wang" who had just talked to the man on the phone.

Looking at the other person's kind and wise eyes, and recalling the videos of this person on the USB drive, Liao Fan kept complaining in his heart: Today I finally understand what "old but strong" means.