After several rounds of drinks, Yue Feng became more acquainted with He Wenlong.
The boss, He Wenlong, must have a pretty good alcohol tolerance, but his face turned red down to his neck after just one beer.
"Yue, you mentioned you were going to have a fish-off this evening when we were weighing the fish. Who's it with?"
When asked this question, Yue Feng didn't hide anything and said frankly, "Oh, I don't even know who the opponent is yet! It was Li Cungen who called for it!"
"Who? I was gone in the morning, did he trouble you again? I'm going to call him right now!" As soon as He Wenlong heard this, his eyebrows knitted together, and he was ready to take out his phone to make a call.
"No need, it's just a fish-off, not a fight. I agreed to it myself. No need to get so worked up, Brother Long!" Yue Feng stopped him, saying.
