"Don't, big brother, my stall has just been set up for a short time, and I haven't made a single sale today." Su Xiaofan looked at the expressionless middle-aged man and couldn't help but shiver. He could smell it, these people in front of him all had that lingering earthy smell. When they last traded, Su Xiaofan had roughly guessed this person's identity.,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.,"I didn't break any rules." Upon hearing Zheng Dagang's words, Su Xiaofan became a little flustered and quickly spoke up: "Sir, didn't I tell you before I couldn't tell if that item was genuine or not. It might have been an artifact. You insisted on buying it, so how can you come looking for trouble now"。