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"Don't, big brother, my stall has just been set up for a short time, and I haven't made a single sale today." Su Xiaofan looked at the expressionless middle-aged man and couldn't help but shiver. He could smell it, these people in front of him all had that lingering earthy smell. When they last traded, Su Xiaofan had roughly guessed this person's identity.,Though Zheng Dagang spoke, a smile couldn't help but spread across his face. The antique market was a place full of tall tales; you could pick any vendor at random, and they’d claim the chipped teacup on their stand was once used by Emperor Qianlong. It was perfectly normal for someone like Su Xiaofan to hype up the objects on his stall.,Especially Su Xiao Fan and vendors like him, who operated temporary stalls. After selling an item, they took no responsibility whatsoever. There were no receipts or warranties. Because the goods sold on street stalls weren't expensive, buyers were mostly looking for entertainment. They generally knew the items were fake, so over ten years of setting up his stall, Zheng Dagang hadn't encountered any customers returning for refunds. However, in the antique market, disputes occasionally arose within the shops.。

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