Three hundred million, that's by no means a small number. For any company in Lin'an City, three hundred million is an exceptionally huge sum!
And such a significant amount was lost just because of a promise Zhou Huchen made moments ago. In an instant, Zhou Huchen felt an urge to spit blood!
Even if this Rope-Curled Sword is genuine, a priceless ancient sword, it absolutely isn't worth three hundred million!
This deal is a complete blood loss for Zhou Huchen!
"President Zhou, please."
Seeing the expression on Zhou Huchen's face, Li Moxuan spoke with a faint tone, a slight hint of a smile in his speech.
It's worth noting that once Zhou Huchen pays, their Ink Pavilion's antique auction house will earn a considerable commission!
Meanwhile, the gaze of every bigwig present also turned to Zhou Huchen, keen to see if he would actually pay!
Upon hearing this, Zhou Huchen felt immense regret in his heart.
