Getting the best from Tarkov

Chapter 234 Private Jet

I saw a luxurious twin-engine private jet parked solemnly in the waiting area of ​​the runway.

Watching the airport staff carefully push the box labeled "Diplomatic Items" onto the storage layer in the belly of the plane and secure it, Liao Fan turned and walked into the plane.

When Liao Fan stepped into the private jet, his first feeling was luxury, unimaginable luxury.

Even though Liao Fan is worth quite a lot now, it is just a drop in the bucket for the truly wealthy.

This private jet is the best proof.

Who would have thought that in addition to rest seats, airplanes also have guest rooms, showers, restaurants, kitchens and offices?

In addition to these functional features, the aircraft's decoration is also relatively exquisite.

There is no large-scale decoration as imagined, and the overall style is relatively simple. However, it is this simplicity that makes the interior of the aircraft look very high-end as a whole.

After everyone has boarded the plane, follow the flight attendant's lead and find your seat.

It’s called a seat, but in fact it’s just two rows of luxurious space seats.

The soft and comfortable padding and the spacious space allow Liao Fan to do almost any movement in the seat.

While Liao Fan was looking at the plane curiously, Cretia beside him was also looking at Liao Fan and the others.

This time, Liao Fan not only brought Tang Zhenguo Anpei's granddaughter, but also brought Qiao Lan and two bodyguards.

None of these people were people Cretia had met before, but when he saw Tang Shiying outside the airport, his eyes lit up again.

This was the most beautiful Asian he had ever seen, except for Yang Xue.

Although Qiao Lan was also very beautiful, her smaller stature did not suit Cretia's aesthetic taste. Instead, she was very interested in Tang Shiying, who had a figure and temperament somewhat similar to Yang Xue.

Thinking about the purpose of bringing Liao Fan back to Italy this time, I couldn't help but feel excited.

After everyone was seated, the plane slowly drove onto the runway. After parking, we only waited for a minute or two before we felt a push on our backs and the plane began to accelerate steadily.

This was not Liao Fan's first time on a plane, so he naturally had no fear. Moreover, he was chosen by Cretia to be a pilot, which showed that his professional ability was absolutely strong.

Sure enough, after taxiing for a distance, the plane slowly left the ground and began to climb slowly.

Unlike the legendary Aeroflot aircraft, the plane climbed very smoothly and there was almost no noticeable tilt.

Of course, it may also be that the pilot's superb driving skills caused everyone to have some illusions for a while.

Anyway, as for Liao Fan himself, he could make the plane climb as fast as possible, but he could never do it as steadily as the other party.

All I can say is that every profession has its own specialization.

After more than ten or twenty minutes, the plane entered the stratosphere. After the flight attendant opened the seat belts for everyone, Liao Fan and Cretia walked towards the salon area behind them at the same time.

Sitting on both sides of the sofa, Cretia casually took out two crystal glasses and a wine bottle from the small refrigerator next to her.

I looked at the wine in the bottle and it was most likely whiskey.

After getting Liao Fan's consent, Cretia poured a small amount of wine into two crystal glasses, then took out two ice balls from the secret compartment of the refrigerator and put them into the glasses, and then pushed one of them in front of Liao Fan.

He picked up the wine glass, toasted the other person, and then calmly placed it against his lips. After seeing the other person's drink go down his throat, he also took a small sip.

Cretia naturally noticed Liao Fan's little action, but didn't say anything. She just put down her wine glass and asked, "Mr. Liao, I'm actually very curious. Every antique you brought out is a rare treasure. Whether it's the Bible, the book, or the paintings, they are all extremely valuable works of art.

"I don't know how you found these things, but why did you offer them for exchange? You could have kept them, waiting for their value to appreciate, or kept them as family treasures. Instead, you traded them for simple graffiti in black ink, or for bottles and jars devoid of aesthetic appeal?"

Hearing the other party's inquiry, Liao Fan smiled and said, "As you said, these things are very valuable, but even so, they are still not the products of our own civilization. Compared with these oil paintings or ancient books, I still prefer those bottles and jars.

And I think you should also know that those simple graffiti on bottles and jars that you mentioned have repeatedly fetched high prices in recent years."

"I understand, but that's a minority of cases.

I don't know if you're aware that these calligraphy and paintings and antique porcelains would hardly fetch a sky-high price at large international auctions like Christie's or Sotheby's if there weren't wealthy Chinese businessmen present.

Liao Fan naturally understood what the man in front of him meant, but he did not show any displeasure. He just shrugged and said, "This is normal, just like you can't appreciate these calligraphy and paintings, and you only feel that they are very sloppy when you look at them.

I also don’t quite understand some of your aesthetics, like that famous painting, what’s it called, Sky, or Starry Sky?”

"Starry sky..."

"Right, the starry sky. Honestly, even now, I still don't understand what the artist was trying to achieve when painting that picture.

It’s just those abstract works that, frankly speaking, make me feel uncomfortable just looking at them, let alone appreciating them.”

After hearing what Liao Fan said, Cretia was not angry at all. Instead, she burst out laughing.

“Oh dear Liao, I know what you are talking about, and although you are belittling it, I have to admit that I feel exactly the same way as you.

But who knows why it's so valuable? Who would have thought that a mere canvas with two meaningless blocks of graffiti could fetch tens or even hundreds of millions of dollars?

Liao Fan also smiled, but did not respond. In this kind of situation, anyone with a discerning eye would understand what was going on. It was just like the great inventor Edison, who simply put all the inventions of other people in the company under his own name, an artificially created title.

Compared to those so-called works of art, the principle is almost the same.

After the two chatted for a few more words, they saw Thompson walking by. Liao Fan suddenly stopped him and asked, "Mr. Thompson, please wait a moment. I have something I want to ask you."

Thompson, who was originally planning to go to the kitchen in the back to find some fruit, was suddenly stopped by Liao Fan and sat directly next to Cretia.

Seeing the other party sit down, Liao Fan didn't beat around the bush and asked directly, "Mr. Thompson, I see that you are very concerned about that thick ancient book. Can you tell me about it?"

When Thompson heard Liao Fan's question, his expression suddenly changed. He didn't feel superior at all because someone asked about his professional field. Instead, he looked at Liao Fan with caution.

After a moment's silence, he simply said, "That book shouldn't exist." He then stood up and left. He didn't continue toward the tail of the plane, but instead returned to his original seat and continued to rest.