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Don't even get me started, Su Xiaofan, who just recently shed his youthful appearance, has a remarkable physique. At 182 centimeters tall, he possesses striking sword-shaped eyebrows and star-like eyes. When he smiles, a hint of shyness remains on his face, like a typical young boy. This combination makes him stand out in the antique market. Little girls who come to the antique market with their elderly family members are particularly fond of gathering around Su Xiaofan's stall.,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.,"But the receipt you gave me says it's from the Western Zhou Dynasty!" The middle-aged man widened his eyes, pulling out a receipt from his pocket. He felt a little embarrassed now; he had been in this line of work for over twenty years and hadn't expected to be outsmarted by a young guy like this.。