The toilet was inside the antique market. After passing through the fixed stalls in the antique market, Su Xiaofan went to the innermost toilet, soaked his feet, lit a cigarette and chatted with a stall owner about their business for a while. Then he slowly walked back, muttering to himself in his heart, "Brother hasn't done any good deeds since he was eleven years old. Today my eyelids are twitching unnaturally. I better pack up and go home early later.",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.,Let me know if you have any other text you'd like translated!。