Repairer

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.,Zheng Dagang had known Su Xiaofan for several years and was basically familiar with his situation. He knew that Su Xiaofan came from the famous bronzeware village in Luochuan City, and the biggest and most important rule of the bronzeware village was that they couldn't sell the bronze wares they made as genuine artifacts. Moreover, they had to explain to customers that they were handicrafts.,"But the receipt you gave me says it's from the Western Zhou Dynasty!" The middle-aged man widened his eyes, pulling out a receipt from his pocket. He felt a little embarrassed now; he had been in this line of work for over twenty years and hadn't expected to be outsmarted by a young guy like this.。