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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.,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.,“Did you issue a receipt” Zheng Dagang was taken aback and immediately glared at Su Xiaofan. This kid usually seemed so cunning, how could he make such a blunder at this crucial moment How could they possibly issue receipts to customers And even specifying the year Wouldn’t that just invite trouble when people came looking for them。

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