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The toilet was inside the antique market. After passing through the fixed stalls in the antique market, Su Xiaofan went to the innermost toilet, soaked his feet, lit a cigarette and chatted with a stall owner about their business for a while. Then he slowly walked back, muttering to himself in his heart, "Brother hasn't done any good deeds since he was eleven years old. Today my eyelids are twitching unnaturally. I better pack up and go home early later.",Zheng Dagang had known Su Xiaofan for several years and was basically familiar with his situation. He knew that Su Xiaofan came from the famous bronzeware village in Luochuan City, and the biggest and most important rule of the bronzeware village was that they couldn't sell the bronze wares they made as genuine artifacts. Moreover, they had to explain to customers that they were handicrafts.,In the antique business, when buying things at a stall, you can bluff your way through it. Expertise depends on individual eyesight, and no one dares to display genuine bronze wares at stalls. Both buyers and sellers know the goods are fake. However, if Su Xiaofan were to sell privately, Zheng Dagang wouldn't dare guarantee whether he was breaking any rules. You see, in Luochuan City, cultural relic smuggling is a common occurrence. With Su Xiaofan's craftsmanship, it's really difficult for ordinary people to distinguish authenticity from fakes.。