The most romantic little emperor

Chapter 595: Arrogant Cui Xiong

Cui Xiong turned to look at Zhu Yongkang, and his expression instantly changed into another gentle and elegant mask. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he said apologetically: "Mr. Zhu, I am sorry for what happened just now. I hope you can forgive me."

"However, I do have some concerns in my mind. I am afraid that this girl has ulterior motives and intends to disrupt the order of this grand event. Therefore, I boldly ask your bank to deprive her of her bidding qualification to ensure the fairness and peace of this auction."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yongkang raised a faint smile, which was like a spring breeze, yet still majestic: "Boss Cui, my auction house has our own rules."

"If there is any violation of the rules, it will not escape our eyes and we will deal with it according to the rules. However, everything requires solid evidence. I wonder if Manager Cui has any evidence to prove what you just said?"

When Cui Xiong saw that Zhu Yongkang was so disrespectful to him, his brows suddenly frowned and a look of displeasure instantly appeared on his face.

Zheng Zhiruo had now regained her former indifference and composure. She opened her red lips slightly, her tone calm yet dignified, and slowly instructed the maid behind her to bring up an exquisite wooden box, looking at Zhu Yongkang with clear eyes.

She said in a resolute voice, "Mr. Zhu, I, Zheng Zhiruo, act uprightly and honestly. I will never be like those scoundrels who slander and defame others just because they can't afford the money. I don't want you to be in a dilemma."

"To be honest, there are five million taels of silver in this box, which is enough to prove my innocence and show my sincerity. Mr. Zhu, I'll give these silver notes to you to check and see who is the one with evil intentions."

Upon seeing this, Zhu Yongkang quickly bowed to Zheng Zhiruo and said respectfully, "Miss Zheng, you are joking. I naturally believe your words."

"However, since Manager Cui has raised objections, in order to dispel his concerns, I will verify it myself. If the situation is true, I will also let Manager Cui give you an explanation. How do you think?"

It has to be said that his words were flawless and extremely fair. They neither offended any party nor protected the interests of the auction house.

Zheng Zhiruo nodded slightly, and ordered her maid to bring the box to the center of the stage. She made a gesture of invitation to Zhu Yongkang and chuckled, "Mr. Zhu, just check it."

When Cui Xiong saw Zheng Zhiruo being so frank, he suddenly understood something in his mind. He looked a little nervous and secretly thought about how to respond next.

After checking, Zhu Yongkang said to Cui Xiong, "Master Cui, I have personally checked it and I guarantee it with the reputation of the auction house. The banknote is genuine. You can rest assured now."

Then, he changed the subject and said calmly, "But since you slandered Miss Zheng so much, shouldn't you also apologize to her?"

After hearing this, Cui Xiong felt embarrassed. It was absolutely impossible for him to apologize to the daughter of his lifelong enemy.

This not only concerns his personal honor and disgrace, but also the dignity of the entire family. It is even more difficult than letting him die.

Just when he was in a dilemma, Zheng Zhiruo's gentle voice came. She opened her red lips and whispered softly, "Mr. Zhu's kindness is appreciated, but I don't think it's necessary to apologize. Even if you apologize, I won't accept it."

"After all, there is a difference between humans and dogs. If a dog bites me, even if it wags its tail and begs for mercy, I will still beat it to death with a stick."

"You stinky bitch, how dare you scold me?" Cui Xiong said without thinking.

Zheng Zhiruo sneered and said calmly, "I am not such a vulgar person. If you insist on putting it on yourself, I can't do anything about it."

Cui Xiong wanted to curse back, but Zhu Yongkang stopped him and said, "Boss Cui, if you continue to speak rudely and disrupt the order of the venue, I will really ask you to leave, and you will be disqualified from entering my auction house for life. If you don't believe me, you can try it."

When Cui Xiong heard this, his heart suddenly shuddered, and a layer of fine cold sweat broke out all over his body. He dared not say another word.

After all, this place is currently the top social venue in the capital, gathering the world's top prosperity and nobility.

Not only did wealthy businessmen and aristocratic families gather together, but court officials also frequently visited. Even the Prime Minister of the Cabinet, Duke Zhongwu and other important court officials had just left, and even royal relatives and nobles were inevitably present.

It can be said that no matter who you are in the capital, you are proud to be able to come here.

Cui Xiong knew very well what kind of situation he was in now.

If one loses composure here and is even ruthlessly expelled from the stage of power, it will be so humiliating. Not only will one's personal dignity be destroyed, but one will also become a laughing stock in the streets and after-dinner conversations, and an object of contempt and ridicule from others.

This humiliation would not only be unbearable for him alone, but would also weigh like a huge rock on the shoulders of the entire Cui family, tarnishing the family's glory and gradually alienating them from the core of power that decides the direction of their destiny.

After thinking clearly about this relationship, he snorted coldly and said confidently: "Humph, this poem, I must get it. Let's compete in financial strength. I still don't believe that your impoverished Zheng family can compare with my Qinghe Cui family."

After that, he shouted loudly: "I'll pay 3.1 million taels of silver."

Zheng Zhiruo shook her head slightly, a hint of disdain flashed across her eyes, and her tone was a little playful: "When did the Cui family become so stingy? You want to suppress me with just 100,000 taels? Let's see how I can convince you."

After saying this, she opened her red lips slightly, her voice was clear and pleasant, but it revealed an unquestionable determination: "Four million taels, I, Zheng Zhiruo, will definitely get it!"

Cui Xiong's face turned pale when he heard this. He was so angry that he shouted without hesitation, "Four million and one hundred thousand taels! I, Cui, will trample you, a bitch, under my feet tonight."

Zheng Zhiruo raised her lips into a gentle smile, like cherry blossoms blooming in spring, and said with a faint smile: "Five million taels."

Cui Xiong snorted coldly, then laughed loudly, with a hint of arrogance and pride in his laughter: "Haha, a mere five million taels, this should be all your financial resources, right? Although this poem cost me a lot of extra money, tonight, I, Cui Xiong, swear to make your Zheng family lose face."

After that, he changed the subject, his tone becoming more provocative: "Five million and ten thousand taels, but a difference of only ten thousand taels is enough to become an insurmountable gap for your Zheng family. In this situation, I have the last laugh, little bitch, I don't think you can compete with me."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Zhiruo frowned slightly, and a barely perceptible worry flashed in her clear eyes. Her face also darkened a little, as if there was a sudden drizzle in spring, and the petals were covered with dew, adding a bit of lovable fragility.

However, this brief gloom did not wear down her will, but instead aroused deeper determination and tenacity in her heart.

Cui Xiong did not notice Zheng Zhiruo's subtle changes, but was simply immersed in the joy of victory.

The smug look on his face became more and more prominent, and he continued to make sarcastic remarks to Zheng Zhiruo.