Repairer

Su Xiaofan wasn't in a rush to the restroom, but his right eyelid was twitching uncontrollably. The last time he experienced this was when he was eleven years old, in fifth grade. Back then, for an assignment on doing good deeds, Su Xiaofan had insisted on helping an eighty-year-old woman who had just crossed the street. He pushed her back across the road and she fell hard, resulting in a chase from the woman's grandson down three streets. If he hadn't known the area well, he would have definitely gotten a beating.,Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Zheng Dagang let out a sigh of relief. "I'm saying, Brother, you seem to be an expert too. Bronze wares belong to prohibited cultural relics. If he dared to display them on his stall, he would be caught within ten minutes. How could he possibly have ancient Western Zhou artifacts Those are national treasures! In my opinion, this is a case of a willing seller and a willing buyer. You can't blame Xiao Fan for this.",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.。