"Huh What are those people doing" As Su Xiaofan walked out of the antique city, he saw four or five people standing in front of his stall. After seeing one of them clearly, Su Xiaofan couldn't help but be stunned. He shrank his head and just wanted to turn around and go back, but it was too late.,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.,"Big brother, you must be mistaken. When did I ever give you a receipt for Western Zhou artifacts" Su Xiaofan let out a wry smile and gestured at the receipt in the middle-aged man's hand with his chin, signaling Zheng Dagang to take a look.。