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And even if things got heated, Zheng Dagang wasn't afraid. Don't look at the fierce expressions on these few people's faces, but Zheng Dagang was a local tough guy. He had been running around this antique market since he was wearing diapers. If the other party wanted to be rough, Zheng Dagang would yell and half the stall owners in the market could be called over. These four or five people were really nothing to him.,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.。