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.,"Don't, big brother, my stall has just been set up for a short time, and I haven't made a single sale today." Su Xiaofan looked at the expressionless middle-aged man and couldn't help but shiver. He could smell it, these people in front of him all had that lingering earthy smell. When they last traded, Su Xiaofan had roughly guessed this person's identity.,“Did you issue a receipt” Zheng Dagang was taken aback and immediately glared at Su Xiaofan. This kid usually seemed so cunning, how could he make such a blunder at this crucial moment How could they possibly issue receipts to customers And even specifying the year Wouldn’t that just invite trouble when people came looking for them。