In the antique market, there are fixed stalls and shops, but Zheng Dagang just liked to set up a stall and haggle with people. Back and forth, he became familiar with Su Xiaofan, who also had a free stall. For six days out of seven, the two mixed together. Only on Sunday did Su Xiaofan not come out to the stall, saying that he had to go home to take care of his sister.,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.,"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.。