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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.,And even if things got heated, Zheng Dagang wasn't afraid. Don't look at the fierce expressions on these few people's faces, but Zheng Dagang was a local tough guy. He had been running around this antique market since he was wearing diapers. If the other party wanted to be rough, Zheng Dagang would yell and half the stall owners in the market could be called over. These four or five people were really nothing to him.。