"Bro, what should I do, bro! Help me think of a way!" Hong Tianyi sat on the sofa in his brother Hong Tianjun's office, holding his head in his hands, about to completely fall apart! This time he had lost too badly, so badly that he didn't have the slightest chance to fight back!
War Wolf's daily box office was almost equivalent to Three Lives of Love's weekly revenue, and it was still explosively growing!
At such a time, even if he were a god, he would have run out of tricks.
So now, all he could do was to come and cry to his own brother.
"How can it be helped at this point?" Looking at the box office figures displayed on the website, Hong Tianjun, who had once faced the financial war with the United States unfazed, now felt a surge of helplessness.
The gap was just too big, far beyond Hong Tianjun's expectations.
Originally he thought that Wang Hao might be capable of pulling in a billion in box office, but he never expected it to be this fierce!
