The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes) novel Chapter 809

He fully understood the power of the internet. He knew that the negative impact behind these ten hot search topics would be devastating!

“Mr. James, something went wrong. We’re suspended!”

Leo rushed in with his computer, extremely agitated.

Of course, Robbie realized the reason. He glanced at Leo and said anxiously, “Quickly, drop the hot searches. No matter how much it costs, we must drop them!”

In an instant, the entire mansion quickly became busy, and various phone calls came in and out.

On the other hand, Robbie sat limply on the sofa with his eyes wide open. He was staring straight at the hot search topics, and every topic was labeled ‘hot’.

Ten minutes passed.

Not only did the hot searches not drop, but they were getting more and more popular!

Leo reappeared at the door, his eyes blank. He felt like he was sobbing without tears. “Mr. James, it’s over. We… We can’t drop them! There are too many people. More than 100 big accounts, hundreds of millions of fans!”

Thud!

Robbie directly rolled off the sofa. The secretary on the side trembled in fright as she hurriedly ran to help him up. She said, “Mr. James, are you alright?”

“F*ck off!”

Robbie was enraged. He kicked the secretary away, staggered to his feet, and said, “Quickly, contact the other party and see who is targeting us! This is definitely not Beacon’s handiwork!”

Robbie finally realized that he had provoked a terrible existence!

Sure enough, five minutes later.

Anna handed a phone to Philip and said, “Mr. Clarke, a call from the other party.”

Philip smiled faintly, took the phone, and said, “Hello, Mr. James.”

“Mister… Clarke?”

Robbie was at the mansion at this moment, sitting on pins and needles. “Hello, Mr. Clarke. My name is Robbie James, the general manager of Beaver Media. It’s a pleasure to talk to you.”

“Hehe, it can’t really be a pleasure, right?” Philip put his hands on the window sill and said leisurely.

This sentence made Anna who stood behind him smile.

At this time, Philip still had to poke at other people’s wounds.

Robbie was also taken aback, and there was a fire burning in his chest, but he had no choice.

“Mr. Clarke, let’s not beat around the bush. What will it take for you to stop?” Robbie asked.

Philip pondered for a moment before he said, “Let’s play a question game. If the answer is correct, I’ll stop.”

A question game?

Was he being treated like a primary school student?

Was this an insult to his intelligence?