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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.",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.,But whoever broke this rule, the old man who created the Bronzeware Village would not show mercy. At best, they would be expelled from the village; at worst, sent directly to the authorities. As the saying goes, wealth moves the heart. Over these decades, there have been people who have had thoughts of breaking the rules, but they were all personally handed over to the authorities by the old man. The most serious case resulted in a fifteen-year sentence. After that, no one dared to break the rule again.。