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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.,Though Zheng Dagang spoke, a smile couldn't help but spread across his face. The antique market was a place full of tall tales; you could pick any vendor at random, and they’d claim the chipped teacup on their stand was once used by Emperor Qianlong. It was perfectly normal for someone like Su Xiaofan to hype up the objects on his stall.,"My things weren't bought from a stall," the middle-aged man waved his hand at Zheng Dagang and said, "Brother, he knows what's going on. I just want to have a chat with him. Rest assured, this is your turf, I won't cause any trouble here."。