At this moment, Zhou Huchen and Li Moxuan slowly stepped onto the stage of the auction hall at the Ink Pavilion. Instantly, all the attention of the big shots present was focused on these two individuals.

Everyone present wanted to know whether the Rope-Curled Sword was real or fake and also observe Zhou Huchen's reaction!

Just now, Zhou Huchen's outburst was nothing short of arrogant, making the originally lively auction atmosphere incredibly awkward.

Now, many of the big shots wanted to see what kind of president Zhou Huchen really was through this incident!

After all, causing a scene in public is not the behavior expected of a president!

If this Rope-Curled Sword was truly as fake as Zhou Huchen claimed, then through this auction, Zhou Huchen could step on the Ink Pavilion and make a name for himself in Lin'an City's business district!

But, if this Rope-Curled Sword is real, then Zhou Huchen would be in real trouble this time!

If this Rope-Curled Sword is authentic, Zhou Huchen will not only have to honor his words and purchase the sword at twenty times the starting price, but also, the Dongdao Group would be greatly embarrassed in the Lin'an Business District!

And it is precisely because of this that the big shots present want to know whether the Rope-Curled Sword is real or fake!

Witnessing the scene before him, Lu Yu's lips curled into a slight smile. He too was curious to see Zhou Huchen's expression upon finding out the sword is authentic!

"President Zhou, the Rope-Curled Sword is right before you now."

Looking at the Rope-Curled Sword in front of him, Li Moxuan said calmly, "You can take a good look right now to see if this Rope-Curled Sword is fake!"

Li Moxuan's words were calm and steady, exuding an unusually composed demeanor.

He had been in the antique business for many years and had seen many tumultuous events, so even if he was panicking internally, he wouldn't show it.

"In that case, let me show you where this sword is fake!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Huchen spoke coldly, reaching out to pick up the Rope-Curled Sword in front, then gave his wrist a gentle flick!

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

As Zhou Huchen flicked his wrist, the sword's blade, thin as cicada's wing, suddenly quivered, producing a faint sound of air vibrations. Under the light, the blade flashed silvery glints, resembling a silver snake flicking its tongue!

"A master!"

Seeing Zhou Huchen flick the Rope-Curled Sword, Lu Yu's eyes sparkled with a cold gleam. He thought coldly in his heart and looked at Zhou Huchen with a playful gaze.

As the saying goes, insiders see the essence, outsiders watch the excitement. Zhou Huchen's earlier move seemed like a simple flick, nothing special.

But Lu Yu could see that Zhou Huchen's sword flick was entirely powered by his wrist strength, revealing Zhou Huchen to be no less skilled than Gu Yanzhou!

He had just vanquished Gu Yanzhou, severely weakening the Gu Family's power. Now, the mysterious president of the Dongdao Group, Zhou Huchen, was also a hidden master!

"Now, things are getting really interesting!"

Thinking of this, Lu Yu slightly narrowed his eyes, thinking to himself, while his eyes showed a playful look, and he became even more curious!

What family is behind the Dongdao Group to have a master no less skilled than Gu Yanzhou monitoring it?

Thinking about this, Lu Yu's eyes showed hints of coldness!

However, while Lu Yu was pondering, Zhou Huchen on stage also showed a hint of shock, staring in astonishment at the Rope-Curled Sword in his hand!

Just as Lu Yu had thought earlier, insiders see the essence. That light wrist flick had left him speechless!

The sword's body, thin as a cicada's wing, moved like a wild dancing silver snake!

The sword in his hand was indeed the real Rope-Curled Sword!

"How—how is this possible?!"

Feeling the texture, Zhou Huchen was stunned. He never imagined this sword truly was the genuine Rope-Curled Sword: "This sword is actually real!"

Whoa!

Hearing Zhou Huchen's words, in an instant, all the big shots present were in an uproar!

The Rope-Curled Sword was genuine, which meant the mysterious President Zhou of the Dongdao Group was a complete fool!

Moreover, many of the big shots' impressions of Zhou Huchen plummeted!

This time, Zhou Huchen not only lost reputation, but also had to pay twenty times the starting price for the Rope-Curled Sword, making things thoroughly dramatic!

"Who entrusted you to auction this sword?!"

In shock, Zhou Huchen turned abruptly, looking at Li Moxuan beside him, and asked in a deep voice, filled with inquiry!

The Rope-Curled Sword, as Gu Yanzhou's sword, had always been inseparable from him, and now it appeared here being openly auctioned. What was going on!?

"Sorry, President Zhou,"

Hearing Zhou Huchen's words, Li Moxuan responded with a cold smile, "Our auction house has regulations; we cannot casually disclose clients' information, and we cannot tell you who entrusted us!"

Li Moxuan, indeed a veteran in the antique business, directly refused Zhou Huchen's inquiry by invoking regulations, and spoke calmly, "Also, President Zhou, though I, Li Moxuan, am low-key, I am serious about certain things. I won't pursue your public defamation of our Ink Pavilion, but I do expect you to uphold your promise to purchase the Rope-Curled Sword at twenty times the starting price!"

Regarding Zhou Huchen's public disruption, Li Moxuan currently didn't want to pursue it further. He's a businessman, and making money is most important.

He only wished Zhou Huchen would keep his word and buy the Rope-Curled Sword for twenty times the price, because if the sword sold, not only would the Ink Pavilion gain immense fame, the commission this time would be considerably lucrative!

Twenty times one and a half million amounts to three hundred million, and fifteen percent of three hundred million is forty-five million!

If Zhou Huchen pays up, Li Moxuan could obtain a forty-five million commission from Lu Yu, so it's no wonder he wants Zhou Huchen to fulfill his promise.

Fulfill the promise?

Hearing this, Zhou Hucheng was dumbfounded; fulfilling the promise meant three hundred million!