"Haha." Kong Fang chuckled.

"Okay, ready, three, two, one..."

Bang!!

......

As soon as Liu Bo finished speaking, he heard the crisp sound of the back of a hand hitting the table.

The whole audience fell silent instantly.

Su Yang stood up. He looked at Kong Fang, who was still sitting on the sofa in a daze, and said with a smile, "Game over!"

"What's going on?" Zhao Rui finally reacted.

He looked at Kong Fang, whose right hand was still on the table, and asked, "You... lost?"

Kong Fang's face flushed red as he recalled what he had just said. He lowered his head and said, "I... lost."

"Fuck it!! How could you lose?" Zhao Rui couldn't stand it anymore and suddenly cursed loudly.

People at the surrounding tables looked over.

Su Yang narrowed his eyes when he saw this: "Brother Zhao, isn't it just a loss in arm wrestling? Is there any need to get angry?"

Xia Li on the side also hurriedly pulled the corner of Zhao Rui's clothes. Zhao Rui took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and soon opened them again.

"I'm sorry, I lost my composure just now. Mainly because I really didn't expect my brother to lose."

"Isn't this normal? There are always people better than you." Meng Wenzhou's expression was calm, but he felt very happy inside. He didn't expect that Su Yang could kill the opponent so easily.

"Alright, I lose, I admit it. Let's drink, right? Come on, let's finish the rest!"

As he spoke, he picked up a bottle of wine and started drinking by blowing directly from the bottle.

Seeing this, Kong Fang hurriedly stood up, picked up the wine and poured it into his mouth.

Su Yang shook his head and thought: "Stupid, how can you be the general manager of a company with this?"