America: Starting with the acquisition of MGM

Chapter 138 358 Tuan Bang Gang

In a cafe not far from Princeton University, seven young people gathered at a table in the corner.

They are male and female, white and black, but there is no brown or yellow skin.

Each of the seven people sat there holding a laptop and typing away.

One of the blond young men had a fierce look in his eyes: "These sons of bitches, they don't know what they are defending, a pedophile and a nigger who wants to become white through bleaching."

"Do you think singing a few songs can whiten your skin? It will never be possible, a nigger is a nigger!"

As he spoke, he looked at the two black companions beside him: "Sorry Charles, sorry Elgar, I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about Michael Jackson's Nico."

The black young man Charles nodded in agreement: "No need to explain William, we know what you mean. Michael Jackson is a disgrace to black people."

"Not only is he a child molester, he actually wants to use skin grafting to turn himself into a white man. With this ridiculous method, he would rather go back to Africa and practice voodoo. He is really a stupid guy. I heard that he has never been to school. No wonder he’s as stupid as a pig!”

Another black young man, Elgar, thought thoughtfully: "Should we call him another word? His skin color is now white or black. It feels like he is stuck in the middle. I think he should be called Michael." Jackson “Nika,” how about that word?”

"Nika, Nika, hahaha, you are really a genius Elgar, this new term is great!" Charles smiled and clapped his hands.

A female college student suddenly said: "That Nicol fan started fighting back again. Hurry up and yell back. This old guy actually wants to compete with Ammo. Who will listen to his bad songs!"

"Yes, Eminem is a genius among us white people. He defeated those niggas in the field of rap and told the niggas that white people can also rap well." Another female college student agreed.

As she spoke, she also looked at the black companions beside her: "Sorry Charles, sorry Elgar, I'm not talking about you."

The two black youths shrugged indifferently: "It's okay Shirley, we know what you want to express, Eminem's rap is the best in the world!"

Obviously, these two black people were in a state of complete conversion fanaticism, and there were always many such people.

For example, the fat aunt on Oprah's talk show, this state was not very obvious when it became popular. When the popularity subsided, her buttocks began to become more and more crooked.

In a few years, not only will the buttocks be crooked, but the face will move to the buttocks and turn into a candle.

A few minutes later, Elgar grinned and said: "Look at what this Nikka is posting. He asks his supporters to be rational and not to quarrel with us."

"I think he was scared and didn't dare to continue arguing, otherwise it would only attract more people and embarrass himself even more."

After a few more minutes, Charles said with the same cheerfulness: "What a bunch of obedient dogs. Those guys didn't even talk back. They really allowed us to insult them. There are such big fools in the world!"

William snorted coldly: "There's nothing surprising. Niggers have low IQs to begin with. How smart can they be if they can think of skin grafting and bleaching their brains?"

“The more they continue to scold, the more they don’t fight back, the more it proves that we are right and that pedophile in Jackson has a guilty conscience.

As a result, before he finished speaking, a companion frowned and said, "Wait a minute, William, I received an official message from Facebook, reminding you of healthy social interactions. If you are detected to be spreading dangerous and insulting remarks such as racism and terrorism, you will be sanctioned."

"I also received."

"And I."

"And I."

"This must be an official mass message."

"Then let's stop scolding, right?"

Everyone's eyes were focused on William, who was hesitant. The official announcement was not clear, and he was not sure what it meant.

At this time, the two black college students patted their chests, feeling that the burning desire for expression in their hearts was about to reach the sky.

At this time, you must charge bravely. Only by desperately belittling your outstanding compatriots can you gain the recognition and rewards of the masters.

"William, you wait and see, Charles and I will continue to scold and see if there will be any sanctions."

William nodded: "Then increase the intensity and scold a little more harshly."

Meanwhile, Silicon Valley Towers.

Eric continued to stare at MJ's homepage.

He was surprised to find that the scolding war involved at least several thousand people, and many black people were also scolding them, and the scoldings were harsher than ordinary people.

This kind of Japanese behavior is even more hateful than that of white people.

In particular, the skin color issue that was the focus of their criticism was unclear to others, but Eric knew that it had nothing to do with bleaching or skin grafting.

The reason why Maikou's skin turned from black to white is because he suffered from very severe vitiligo and lupus erythematosus, which caused the melanin in his body to gradually disappear.

People with some common sense should understand what it meant to do full-body skin grafting in the 1980s. You might not even be able to get off the operating table and die directly on it.

Bleaching is even more impossible, as this behavior will directly poison the skin and body.

And MJ later went on a world tour, dancing wildly for hours at a time. Not many people in the world could achieve that kind of exaggerated physical strength. How could his poisoned body be able to sustain it?

The most important thing is that Eric clearly remembers that after MJ's death, the FBI conducted an autopsy to investigate the cause of death.

The final autopsy report showed that his skin problems were indeed caused by severe vitiligo, and skin grafting and bleaching were purely malicious media hype.

Looking at these clowns coldly, Eric said: "Too few, Fitz, put the bait."

"Okay, boss!"

Coffeehouse, black college students Charles and Elgar looked at their companions after swearing a few words.

"It seems like nothing. There are no sanctions."

However, William and the other white men had no intention of ending, and instead motioned for the two of them to continue.

At this time, many MJ supporters suddenly popped up and began to reply at extremely fast typing speeds.

The few anti-fans soon became unable to withstand the situation and their firepower was suppressed.

William finally couldn't stand it anymore and waved his hand: "Everyone, continue, it seems to be just an official reminder, don't take it seriously."

In just a few minutes, MJ's homepage returned to its chaotic state.

crackling

crackling

The sound of typing on the keyboard came and went, and those who didn't know it thought they were studying hard.

Suddenly, female college student Shirley looked at the computer screen in surprise: "I was forced offline."

"No, my account also popped up."

"And mine."

"Wait, I'm offline too."

Suddenly, they seemed to realize something was wrong, and official sanctions came to their minds at the same time.

"Log in again!"

After William gave the order, several people re-entered the Facebook login page, but after entering their account and password, a pop-up window immediately popped up on the screen.

"We have detected that you posted and spread dangerous remarks with elements of racial discrimination, murder and terror. After careful consideration, we have decided to permanently ban your account."

"Did you make a mistake? Permanent ban! I just added Thea yesterday. She is my goddess. Maybe I will have a chance this time." A male student said with a constipated look on his face.

"Me too. I just joined a girl from the College of New Jersey last night. We chatted all night and she sent me sexy photos. In just a few days, I can get her." Another male student The same expression as if he had eaten a fly.

"FUCK! I added several men yesterday. We had a great time chatting. One of them planned to buy me a bag, but he didn't leave his mobile number yet. What should I do?"

"What's your loss? I've already added more than two hundred people. They are all carefully selected rich and successful people. I originally planned to do something big."

Listening to his accomplices shouting, William said angrily: "Why are you so anxious? Isn't there a function to apply for unblocking? Try it quickly."

After a while, the computer screen was full of unblocking failures, not even processing time, telling you clearly that it was impossible.

"It's okay. At worst, you can change your email address and apply again."

Several people immediately reapplied for email addresses and then registered on Facebook again.

Duang

"We have detected that you posted and spread dangerous remarks with elements of racial discrimination, murder and terror. After careful consideration, we have decided to permanently ban your account."

This sentence still pops up on the interface.

"What's going on? Isn't it possible to apply again?"

"Who can tell me what is going on."

Elgar, the only one among the seven who knew something about computer technology, looked embarrassed and said with some hesitation: "I think our IP has been blocked."

"What do you mean by blocking IP?" William asked with his eyes widened.

"This laptop is no longer usable. If I want to reapply for an account, I can only succeed by changing to another laptop."

As soon as these words came out, they were slapped in the face.

This is not the future, and laptops are relatively expensive, costing several thousand dollars is not something you can easily afford.

Thinking of this, their mood suddenly became terrible.

At this time, music began to play in the cafe.

There's a fire starting in my heart

Reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark

The dynamic prelude and rhythm are sung with Maikou's voice, and "rolling in the deep" echoes in the cafe.

Several customers suddenly smiled, gently shook their legs to the rhythm, and started humming along with the CD.

The humming gradually became louder, and after a while, almost all the customers began to show off their singing voices. Regardless of whether they sang well or not, the atmosphere was what the chorus wanted anyway.

Only the seven people left in the corner were like clowns. At this moment, they suddenly didn't understand.

Is this song that good? Isn’t it said that Jackson’s fans are all old guys in their thirties and forties?

But there are obviously many young people about their age in the cafe, so something is wrong.

Is it my own problem?

Or is it a world problem?

"let's go!"

William slammed the table angrily and shouted.

As a result, he used too much force, and the table banged loudly, instantly attracting the attention of others.

"I'm sorry, my mother was hit by a car and died!"

His heart tightened, and William quickly lied and apologized with a smile on his face.

When they heard that their mother had been hit and killed, someone quickly opened the door to let them leave, and a kind person asked if they needed help.

"Shit! shit!"

After walking away in dejection, the seven people regained their composure and began to curse angrily.

Seeing a long queue at the video store not far away, Shirley pointed and said, "Let's go buy Eminem's CD."

The others nodded and walked across the street to the video store, only to have the dynamic music begin to assault their brains again.

There's a fire starting in my heart

Reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark

The seven people instantly showed expressions of constipation.

"OMG! Why is it Michael Jackson again? Why is Michael Jackson everywhere he goes? Why is this nigger endless!"

William roared angrily.

"Fuck you!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, a fist as big as a sandbag fell on his face, and a black guy hit him hard on the head with his fist.

"NO! NO! NO!"

Upon seeing this, several companions rushed to help and kicked the attacking black guy.

But in the blink of an eye, several burly men rushed out of the video store, beating several people with their fists and kicks like a violent storm.

Far away in Silicon Valley, Eric naturally had no idea what was going on.

Looking at the restored harmony and thriving MJ homepage, Eric laughed sincerely, but the original number of fans of MJ dropped part of it.

"Boss, I have blocked more than 5,000 accounts, all IP addresses, to teach him a lesson!"

"Well, if I notice anyone who is disrespectful, insults, or harasses my friends from now on, my account will be blocked. There are quite a few bastards on Facebook."

"clear."

"Then keep an eye on me. I have to go back to Los Angeles. If you have any emergency, call me and remember what I told you."

Fitz nodded seriously: "Okay, boss!"

On the way to the airport, Eric sent a group text message to his friends in his address book, asking everyone to help promote McQueen's new song.

A few minutes after the text message was sent out, Facebook was already like a baton drumming and passing the flowers.

Tobey Maguire: “I discovered a great song, Michael Jackson’s new song “Rolling in the Deep”, and I listened to it all night.”

James Franco: "Toby recommended a really great song of mine called "Rolling in the Deep" that you guys should try."

Kirsten Dunst: “Maguire and Franco recommended Jackson’s new song ‘Rolling in the Deep’ to me, and the melody and lyrics are just amazing, especially the lyrics, I just love it. "

Nicole Kidman: "'Rolling in the Deep' is the best song I've heard recently. I love the mood and lyrics of the song."

Gal Gadot: "I'm not a person who likes to listen to music, but I heard it on the set today and I was deeply fascinated by it. "Rolling in the deep", you have to listen to it!"

Johnny Depp: "An incredibly beautiful song that takes me back to my first days in Hollywood."

Sister Olsen: "There's a fire starting in my heart"

Humans are social animals and will subconsciously join the group.

Originally, Eric only chose friends with whom he had good relationships. He was too embarrassed to ask for help from those he had only met once.

However, as more and more people spread the word, there were even people he didn't know at all making spontaneous publicity.

In the end, it evolved into whether it sounds good or not. So many people have promoted it, and I can't be left behind.

Like a trendy movement, if you don’t get on the bus, you will be out!

"Rolling in the deep", if you don't listen to it, you will be out.