brief introduction:

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.","Xiaofan, what's going on here" Zheng Dagang, standing nearby, sensed something was amiss. He initially thought these people were interested in the items at Su Xiaofan's stall, but after hearing their conversation with the middle-aged man, he realized they were not here for good.,Though Zheng Dagang spoke, a smile couldn't help but spread across his face. The antique market was a place full of tall tales; you could pick any vendor at random, and they’d claim the chipped teacup on their stand was once used by Emperor Qianlong. It was perfectly normal for someone like Su Xiaofan to hype up the objects on his stall.。

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