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.,"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.,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.。