Repairer

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.,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.,"I didn't break any rules." Upon hearing Zheng Dagang's words, Su Xiaofan became a little flustered and quickly spoke up: "Sir, didn't I tell you before I couldn't tell if that item was genuine or not. It might have been an artifact. You insisted on buying it, so how can you come looking for trouble now"。