Repairer

In the antique market, there are fixed stalls and shops, but Zheng Dagang just liked to set up a stall and haggle with people. Back and forth, he became familiar with Su Xiaofan, who also had a free stall. For six days out of seven, the two mixed together. Only on Sunday did Su Xiaofan not come out to the stall, saying that he had to go home to take care of his sister.,“Where else could it be, big brother’s here, must be a magpie calling.” Su Xiaofan walked to his own stall, took out a pack of cigarettes, skillfully popped out a few, and scattered them in front of the people, opening his mouth and saying: “Big brother, are you here again today to take care of your little brother’s business”,"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.。