Su Xiaofan wasn't in a rush to the restroom, but his right eyelid was twitching uncontrollably. The last time he experienced this was when he was eleven years old, in fifth grade. Back then, for an assignment on doing good deeds, Su Xiaofan had insisted on helping an eighty-year-old woman who had just crossed the street. He pushed her back across the road and she fell hard, resulting in a chase from the woman's grandson down three streets. If he hadn't known the area well, he would have definitely gotten a beating.,Gangge's full name is Zheng Dagang. In his early thirties, his family used to be a long-time resident near the antique city. When the antique city was demolished and expanded, it took their old house, and they were compensated with twelve sets of commercial housing. So Gangge suddenly became a second-generation rich kid. His family lived in two sets, and the remaining ten sets were rented out. Zheng Dagang, who had been interested in antiques since childhood, simply quit his job and set up a stall in the antique market.,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.。