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"That's right, let's pack up the stall and go talk over there." The middle-aged man nodded and said, "This sun is really scorching. Let's find a teahouse to sit in for a bit.",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.,"Big brother, you must be mistaken. When did I ever give you a receipt for Western Zhou artifacts" Su Xiaofan let out a wry smile and gestured at the receipt in the middle-aged man's hand with his chin, signaling Zheng Dagang to take a look.。