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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.",Don't even get me started, Su Xiaofan, who just recently shed his youthful appearance, has a remarkable physique. At 182 centimeters tall, he possesses striking sword-shaped eyebrows and star-like eyes. When he smiles, a hint of shyness remains on his face, like a typical young boy. This combination makes him stand out in the antique market. Little girls who come to the antique market with their elderly family members are particularly fond of gathering around Su Xiaofan's stall.,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."。