Getting the best from Tarkov

At this time, Liao Fan's heart was very calm.

When he first heard he had won the lottery, he was quite excited, but then he did the math in his mind and realized that this was exactly the amount he had earned in Tarkov yesterday and today.

There really is no surprise at all.

The next day, just after dawn, Liao Fan was woken up by the ringing of his cell phone.

Sitting up in a daze, Liao Fan looked at the Grok in his hand and felt speechless.

Do I have to sleep with a gun under my pillow from now on?

Last night, Liao Fan had planned to test whether he still had nightmares. As expected, just after he closed his eyes for a while, he saw a man with only one eye, his body covered in blood and flesh, standing beside his bed.

As soon as Liao Fan sat up, the other party stretched out his hand. When he looked down, he saw an eyeball.

Liao Fan was so disgusting that he vomited in his dream.

After waking up, he felt that this was not a solution, so he finally took out the pistol obediently.

It’s strange to say, but since he put a pistol under his pillow, Liao Fan didn’t have a dream that night.

He slept soundly until he was woken by the alarm clock, and then he subconsciously reached under the pillow to take out the pistol.

But if that happens, he'll have to say goodbye to his girlfriend.

After all, the person next to you has to sleep with a gun under his pillow. Who wouldn't be scared?

There was no good solution at the moment, so Liao Fan had to leave it like this for now. Maybe it would get better little by little in the future.

After washing up and having breakfast, I was about to go out to work when I remembered that the general manager gave me two days of paid leave yesterday.

Doesn't that mean I don't have to go to work today?

This is great news.

At this moment, my mood, which had been somewhat exhausted by the nightmare, immediately improved, as fast as a dog's face.

Taking off his T-shirt, Liao Fan went to the kitchen. This time he planned to open all the golden eggs at once.

Click, click, click, click.

As the four knives fell, the four originally plump and round golden eggs instantly turned into a table full of broken eggshells, which were broken evenly.

However, Liao Fan didn't pay much attention to this at the moment, but was listening to the system's broadcast.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for obtaining: Military Skills - Pistol Mastery, Sniper Rifle Basic Skills. Obtained: Life Skills - Simple Cooking (Mastering the cooking methods of home-cooked dishes). Obtained: Extreme Sports Skills - Basic Figure Skiing (Able to use a snowboard normally.)"

...Not bad. Except for the skateboard, which is a bit useless, the rest is pretty good.

After sorting out the new knowledge that popped up in his mind, Liao Fan was most surprised by the sniper skill.

After seizing the sniper rifle last night, Liao Fan was overjoyed and aimed at a sniper scav about 200 meters away. As a result, he fired 5 shots in a burst and none of them hit the target. This made Ermao on the side laugh so hard that he almost got a stitch in his side.

For some reason, Liao Fan's body in the game doesn't have all the skills set to 0, and it seems that his level is determined based on the abilities he possesses.

For example, rifle registration.

As a new account less than level 10, my rifle level is almost maxed out, but my sniper rifle level is 0.

The same is true for the others, none of them are the so-called initial levels.

Now that I have the basic sniper rifle level, I guess it shouldn't be a big problem to deal with enemies one or two hundred meters away. As for moving targets... we'll talk about it later.

After calming down, Liao Fan picked up the white porcelain bottle and took a taxi to Shanghai Antique Street.

This is the largest antique street in Shanghai, and almost half of the antique shops are located here.

Walking along the street, I could hear the street vendors' deceptive words from time to time.

Even if Liao Fan was an idiot with low emotional intelligence, he could tell that there were basically no real things in these stalls, but he didn't understand why there were still so many people squatting there picking and choosing.

But none of this has anything to do with him. He is here to sell things, not to buy.

Liao Fan randomly picked a store that looked ancient and walked straight in.

"Boss, can you help me see how much this white-glazed porcelain vase costs?"

Hearing Liao Fan's words, a middle-aged fat uncle behind the counter didn't even raise his head, but just rolled his eyelids, took a look at Liao Fan's dress, and found a waiter coming to greet him.

The young man had a delicate face and was quite handsome. He asked Liao Fan to sit at the table nearby and picked up the bottle that Liao Fan had placed on the table.

He first looked at the shape of the bottle, then took out a flashlight to shine it, and then looked at the bottom of the bottle.

After a pause, he said, "Boss, I've looked at the item. It's not a problem. It's a white pomelo porcelain vase. However, it has no mark or seal, and the shape is very common. How about this? I can offer you 10. If you find one that's absolutely suitable, I'll give you a contract."

When Liao Fan heard the young man's offer, he was excited. 10, this is a real 10 yuan.

Even if I just got 20 yesterday, here comes another 10.

Just as I was about to say yes, I suddenly thought, why not go around a little further? I'm not in a hurry anyway.

So he didn't answer, but said he would wait and see.

Seeing Liao Fan walk out of the store, the boss behind the counter raised his head and asked with a puzzled look, "What is this? You're giving me 10 right away?"

"Boss, if I'm not mistaken, this should be a sweet white glaze from the Ming Dynasty. It has no signature or seal, and looks like it was made in a private kiln. But it's exactly the same as the one in the Forbidden City. It can definitely sell for a few hundred thousand. If we sell it, it will be a huge fortune. I'll give you 10, no problem."

"Well... I know your vision. Since you said that, then the problem is not big. It's okay, let him change slowly. But you still gave too much. This guy is just an old white neck and knows nothing. If you had given him 10,000 or 20,000 just now, he would probably sell it. But you gave him 100,000 right away. I think he must have woken up now."

"Ah! What should I do then?"

"Don't worry, wait for me to make a call. It's just a sweet white glaze from a private kiln. No one on this street would compete with my Boguzhai."

Liao Fan, who was walking on the street, was a little confused at this time.

He asked at least five stores and the prices they gave him were all over the place.

The highest price was at Boguzhai, the first one to be offered. Moving down, there were 80,000, 50,000, and even a small shop owner who only offered 8,000, saying it might be a Qing Dynasty imitation, or a Qing Dynasty folk kiln imitation. Liao Fan was so angry that he turned around and left.

After going around, Liao Fan decided that the first one was the most generous, so he decided to go back.

Turning around, a shop in front of him caught Liao Fan's attention.

Duobao Pavilion...

Antique dealers all seem to have similar names. However, what attracted Liao Fan was not the name of the shop, but a person in the shop.

"Hello, Chairman Tang."

"Ah you are?"

"Chairman, I'm Liao Fan, an administrative assistant at Yunong Fund."

"Are you Liao Fan?"

"Chairman, do you know me?"

"Hey Yunong, why don't you introduce me to who this guy is?"

"Don't interrupt me. Pay attention to that matter. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first. Liao Fan, right? Okay, I'll be at the company tomorrow, so I'll have something to ask you then."

"Okay, goodbye, Chairman."

"Walk slowly, handsome boy, what can I buy?"

"Boss, can you help me take a look at this bottle?"

After saying that, Liao Fan placed the bottle on the counter in front of him.

In fact, Liao Fan had no intention of selling here. He came in just because he saw the chairman and wanted to say hello.

Liao Fan had met the chairman before, and at that time Liao Fan thought that no woman could be more beautiful than the chairman, but today Liao Fan knew that he was wrong.

Just now, he saw another beauty who was no less beautiful than the chairman. He was distracted for a moment and subconsciously placed the bottle in his hand on the table as if offering a treasure.

I saw that the cheongsam woman who was originally sitting behind the counter stood up at some point.

As a result, in just a moment, the whole room seemed to be a little brighter.

The slender waist that can be held in one hand is made particularly sexy by the high-end cheongsam, which also sets off the proud curves on the upper and lower sides.

And just after she stood up, Liao Fan was almost shocked by the magnificent scenery in front of him and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Is this a human? Could it be that the gourd has become a spirit?

Anyone who becomes her child will probably be stuffed to death...

Feng Caier didn't look directly at the bottle at this time, but looked at Liao Fan with a playful look.

At this moment, Liao Fan no longer had the gloomy temperament of yesterday, but he was not as stupid as before either.

At this moment, Liao Fan looked like a wolf in sheep's clothing.

If it were anyone else, even Chen Yanfang or Wang Yi, they would think that Liao Fan's eyes looked blank and dazed on the surface, but there was a hint of ruthlessness hidden inside, but this ruthlessness was hidden very well.

But when this look appeared in front of Feng Caier, it was not the case, because Feng Caier had seen such a pair of eyes before.

This is a look that is very indifferent to life.

The last time he saw those eyes was when her husband was killed.

She was lying next to her husband, sleeping soundly at night, when she suddenly felt a throbbing sensation and slowly opened her eyes. She saw a person wrapped in clothes standing next to her husband.

The woman was inserting a syringe into her husband's neck.

The strange thing was that her husband didn't react at all and just lay there quietly without moving.

The man seemed to have noticed that he had woken up. He turned his head to look at him, made a gesture of silence with his hand, and then ignored him.

Until the other party cleaned up all traces and left, there was no communication between him and me even for a moment.

The man's eyes at that time were exactly the same as Liao Fan's. At that moment, Feng Caier even suspected that Liao Fan was the one who killed her husband.

However, seeing the other person's expression and knowing that he didn't recognize him, he gave up this unreliable idea and lowered his head to concentrate on the bottle in his hand.

The process was no different from that of other shop owners, and the bottle was put back on the table after a while.

However, the first sentence Feng Caier said made Liao Fan beside her a little confused.

"You've come all this way and must have asked a lot of people. Is the highest offer only 10?"

"how do you know?"

"How would I know? Forget it, I won't tease you anymore. Since you're an employee of Yunong, I won't cheat you.

This is a sweet white glaze from the Ming Dynasty. Although there is no signature or seal, the shape of the vessel is very similar to that of the Yongle period.

There is a sweet white glaze piece exactly like yours in the Forbidden City, but that one is from a genuine official kiln, while yours was probably a folk imitation at the time.

Although it's from a private kiln, the shape, craftsmanship, and even the hidden patterns are all impeccable. I suspect it was fired in Jingdezhen, where the craftsman must have secretly worked on it, which is why the workmanship is so fine, yet it lacks a seal. And for it to be so well preserved after over 600 years is no small feat.

The price is 90. Any more and my risk is too high. Or you can sell it on consignment from me. After the sale, I'll take a 10% commission. It's up to you to decide which one you want to choose."

In fact, Liao Fan knew very well that this bottle must be worth more than 90 yuan. Not to mention anything else, the fact that it is exactly the same as the one in the Forbidden City is worth more than 90 yuan.

Liao Fan just checked secretly on his mobile phone. The one in the Forbidden City is a unique piece, and it was played with by Emperor Yongle himself.

If you tell the bottle a good story when you buy it, it won’t be a big deal to add a zero, it’s still very easy to multiply the price several times.

But this has nothing to do with Liao Fan, and he doesn't understand.

Thinking of this, Liao Fan decisively chose the first option, 90.

There is a saying in the financial circle: what is in the account will always be in the account, and you will feel safe only when it is in your pocket.

Instead of hanging on here, hoping for millions in the future, it is better to just take the 90 and leave.

Anyway, he will have plenty of stuff like this in the future.

After seeing the transfer information of more than 90 yuan, Liao Fan stood up and left directly without staying here for long.

Although the proprietress was indeed very charming, Liao Fan knew his own limitations and did not think about it that way.

Not long after Liao Fan left, the fat boss of Boguzhai rushed in with his waiters.

"I say, Feng Caier, didn't you see the message I sent in the group? Do you understand the rules?"

"Boss Huang, from what you said, I wonder why I don't understand the rules. As for the group message you mentioned, I'm sorry, I was just entertaining friends and didn't pay attention."

"Are you kidding me? Do you think Duobao Pavilion is still the same Duobao Pavilion as before? You are so unruly. Do you want to quit your job?"

"Bang, Huang, you say that again! Why do you think I've been able to keep this store standing even though my husband is dead? Why do you think no one has dared to attack me in all these years? Why don't you try it yourself?!"

"You...you...you you bitch, you are unreasonable!!! I won't argue with you!!! I'm so angry, go away!!!"

"I'm a shrew, so why do you have a problem with that??? If you have a problem, just keep it to yourself!!!"

Seeing the people from Boguzhai walking away, Feng Caier slowly sat back on the armchair, with endless fatigue on her face.

Although her husband had died, some of his former friends were still willing to help. That was why Feng Caier was able to survive the most difficult period.

Moreover, she was also very capable, and with the help of the connections left by her husband, she quickly built up her own circle of contacts.

But even so, it was only enough to protect itself. As for restoring its former glory, that was out of the question.

I think of how glorious the Duobao Pavilion was back then.

All the antique shops in Shanghai follow Duobao Pavilion’s lead.

Sometimes, even the experts from the Cultural Relics Bureau, when they were unsure, would come to Duobao Pavilion and ask her husband to check it.

But now, even a nobody like Boguzhai dares to come and make a fuss.

Back then, Huang Zhiwen didn't even have the qualifications to step into Duobao Pavilion!!!