"Why are you in such a hurry? Don't you know any manners?"
The secretary walked up to him and whispered in his ear, "It's bad, Mr. Jiang, the buzz surrounding 'The First Shot' is starting to die down..."
"What?" Jiang Minghui's eyes widened in disbelief.
How is that possible!
It's being updated tonight, how could it possibly be downgraded?
"The show has only been airing for less than half an hour, and the popularity has already dropped to 8,000..."
"This is impossible..." Jiang Minghui's eyes widened even more in shock, and he muttered to himself, "Is there a bug in the data?"
The secretary carefully observed his expression, hesitated for a moment, and then whispered, "The data for other dramas is normal..."
Normally, the popularity of a new drama will show an upward trend after the new episodes are released. No matter how much or how little, it will at least be an upward trend. But it is the first time I have seen a drama like "The First Shot" where the popularity dropped after the new episodes were released.
Jiang Minghui sobered up, feeling a buzzing in his head.
How is this possible...?
How could the hype possibly start to die down...?
"Go call the data center and ask them. There must be something wrong with the data!" He still refused to believe it was true.
"Yes..." The secretary already knew in his heart that the data was normal, but at this moment Jiang Minghui's face was very ugly, and he did not dare to refute him.
Upon receiving this news, Jiang Minghui lost interest in continuing the celebration banquet. He tried his best to keep his expression normal, as he couldn't afford to be laughed at by so many people at the banquet.
He left the banquet with his secretary, and everyone who saw this couldn't help but speculate.
"What happened? Why did President Jiang leave in such a hurry?"
"Has something happened? Mr. Jiang's expression looks a bit off."
"His secretary just said something bad happened. Could something really have happened?"
"So, will our victory celebration still go ahead?"
"......"
Jiang Minghui strode into the office, his face growing increasingly grave.
My secretary called the data station on the way back to the office and confirmed that the data was all normal.
Jiang Minghui opened the data panel and stared intently at the real-time data of "The First Shot".
The current popularity level is 8,007.
He sat in his office chair, his brows furrowed into a tight knot, his face ashen like a wilted eggplant.
Seeing his expression, the secretary couldn't help but whisper, "Mr. Jiang? What should we do now?"
Jiang Minghui glanced at him coldly, took a deep breath, and muttered to himself, "What are you worried about? It will rise again soon. Although we have dropped to 8,000, we are still ranked first in all TV series rankings."
He had barely finished speaking when he watched helplessly as the real-time popularity of "The First Shot" dropped from 8,000 to 7,900.
He abruptly stood up straight, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets, and his lips twitching as he stared at the data in disbelief, growling, "This is impossible... how can it still be decreasing!"
how so!
What exactly went wrong?
This is absolutely abnormal!
"Mr. Jiang...Mr. Jiang..." The secretary glanced at the data and stammered in alarm, "It...it's dropped again..."
What? !
Jiang Minghui turned his head and saw that the real-time popularity of "The First Shot" had actually dropped to 7,800!
how so?
Jiang Minghui was so surprised that his eyes were bulging, and his hand holding the tablet was trembling uncontrollably.
He doesn't believe it!
However, before he could accept this fact, his secretary's trembling voice rang out again.
"General Jiang...General Jiang...has been demoted again..."
"What did you say!"
Jiang Minghui glared at him fiercely, then turned around and almost fainted from shock when he saw the data.
It's actually dropped to 7,500!
"This..." Jiang Minghui felt his legs could no longer support his weight, and his whole body fell backward—
"President Jiang!"
The secretary rushed to help him up, but unexpectedly, she fell down herself in her haste.
With this fall, his body was completely out of his control, and he kicked Jiang Minghui in the forehead, sending the already dizzy Jiang Minghui flying another two meters away.
"hiss--!"
The secretary gasped in shock, her expression freezing instantly, her mouth agape wide enough to fit an egg.
He stood up, trembling, feeling that his death was imminent.
When he got to Jiang Minghui's side, he realized that Jiang Minghui's mouth was twitching and he had fainted.
He patted his chest, suddenly feeling like he had escaped a disaster.
The secretary helped Jiang Minghui to the sofa and quickly took out her phone to call an ambulance when she saw Jiang Minghui suddenly trembling and reaching out a hand.
"How...how's the buzz going right now?"
Upon seeing this, the secretary immediately put away her phone, glanced back at the data, and was so frightened that she almost fell over again.
this...
His facial expressions were quite interesting, switching between shock and fear.
Seeing that his secretary remained silent, Jiang Minghui ignored the pain in his body and asked with difficulty, "Wh...how...is it?"
"Um..." The secretary looked left and right, completely hesitant to speak.
"What... happened?"
Jiang Minghui frowned deeply, ignoring the shoe print on his forehead. He slowly propped himself up like an elderly man, glaring menacingly at his secretary: "Speak!"
The secretary trembled with fright and could only say cautiously, "Mr. Jiang... please don't get agitated..."
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