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.",Zheng Dagang had known Su Xiaofan for several years and was basically familiar with his situation. He knew that Su Xiaofan came from the famous bronzeware village in Luochuan City, and the biggest and most important rule of the bronzeware village was that they couldn't sell the bronze wares they made as genuine artifacts. Moreover, they had to explain to customers that they were handicrafts.,“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。