May 3, 1992—

Early in the morning, Los Angeles, USA.

Rumbled, inside the bridge hole where the high-speed train was driving, a ragged black vagabond was awakened by the noise.

He opened his eyes and looked around, and several companions were still curled up in bed with newspapers.

He touched his stomach and was a little hungry.

He yawned, and even he blew his eyebrows with strong bad breath.

He carefully took out a bottle of whiskey from under the pillow - the bottle he picked up, and the wine was mixed from the bottle in the trash can, and there were all kinds of wine, and the most whiskey, so he drank it as whiskey.

Gugu! The black vagabond took a big sip of wine, but he felt that he was full of alcohol, covering up the bad breath.

He smacked his lips, carefully twisted the bottle cap back and stuffed it under the pillow again, but after thinking about it, he looked around vigilantly, took it out and brought it directly with him.

Since becoming a homeless man, he rarely gets up so early, wears shoes and doesn't have to fold a quilt - he has no quilt to fold, and his bed is just a simple piece of cardboard.

After packing up the cardboard, the black vagabond moved his body and squinted his eyes and enjoyed the brilliant sunshine shining outside the bridge hole.

Bathing in the sun is his most comfortable and luxurious enjoyment.

No, to be precise, for a homeless man like him, basking in the sun is truly happiness.

Not far away, leaning against the bridge hole, five or six other homeless people were squinting their eyes to bask in the sun. Anyway, the sun was full of plenty, so there was no need to fight for it.

The black vagabond leaned against the wall and basked the sun while using his hands to scratch the dead of his chest - he hadn't taken a shower for several months and was itchy all over.

He grabbed it hard, but without scratching it hard, he quickly rubbed out a few balls of dirty ashes. Just as he comfortably bounced off the dirty ashes stuck in the cracks of his nails, suddenly something blocked the warm sunshine.

"What's going on? Where is the sunshine!"

"Is it cloudy? It's impossible!"

"Where is our sunshine?"

Everyone looked at it and saw a roll of something from the bridge hole, wide and long, directly blocking half of the sunlight in the bridge hole.

Furious!

Not only the black vagabonds were furious, but others were furious. For them, the only source of their happiness was this free, warm, sunshine that everyone could enjoy, but now - their sunshine has been snatched away!

"Shit! What's this!"

"God, I'll tear this ghost thing!"

"Let's see what damn thing this is!"

These usually very lazy homeless people rarely acted intently. They stood up and ran outside the bridge hole to see what was happening.

The black vagabond also followed behind everyone, rubbing the dust, putting it on the tip of his nose, sniffing it, and walking out of the bridge hole.

At this time, the homeless men who walked out of the bridge hole in advance were already standing outside, looking up at the bridge hole with strange expressions.

"Well, what happened?" The black tramp was a little suspicious.

He leaned over and looked up, and saw clearly. He widened his eyes and opened his mouth wide. He saw a giant poster above him that was as big as a movie screen. The characters on the poster were the world's pop king - Mike Jackson!

There is no way, Mike is so famous. Not to mention ordinary people, even these homeless people are his fans and fans.

Black vagabonds are one of them. He admires Mike very much and thinks Mike has won glory for black people. Of course, he likes Mike because his songs are really nice.

But what surprised him was that this time Mike did not promote his songs on the poster, but held a weird thing in one hand. The other pointed at the thing and spit out a string of words in his mouth: "Vanke VCD, take you into new technology!"

"Oh, what the hell is this?" The black tramp was stunned.

Everyone else was dazed.

...

Times Square, New York, USA—

As the most developed capitalist country, the United States has always been very advanced in high-tech. For example, Times Square has the largest outdoor screen in the world, generally broadcasting large-scale commercial advertisements or conducting election propaganda for politicians.

In other words, not everyone can watch this big screen, nor can it be played in any content.

At this time, the commercial advertisement of the Japanese big company Sony - Japanese superstar Sakai Nobuko was visiting the American home appliance market and suddenly found a video recorder with the "Sony" brand. Then she happily sang English songs and bought them home. In the end, she did not forget to flatter the United States, "I love the United States, I love Sony!"

Americans are used to Japanese "ass licking" advertising, and Americans also recognize Sony's video recorder brand - there is no way, Sony is indeed very strong in this regard, and it is the strongest in the world in terms of technology or other aspects.

Today, Japan's Sony's sales volume in the United States far exceeds that of other brands, such as Panasonic, Hitachi, JVC, and Philips, becoming the overlord of today's audio and video market.

Since it is the overlord, Sony's electrical appliance advertisements will fly all over the world, no, the world will fly all over - almost all its large markets, Asia, Europe and the United States, and even Africa (mainly developed South Africa), they will shoot different advertisements to promote their own brands.

Among them, the United States is Sony's largest market, and of course it must grasp the point, so it invests so much in Times Square in New York to engage in advertising.

The playback of the big screen in Times Square in the United States is billed in seconds. The cost of advertisements in just a few seconds is as high as millions of dollars. Therefore, many advertisements are super short. It is already very awesome to create an advertisement for twenty-three seconds like Sony.

In Times Square, just after the American people habitually enjoyed the Japanese Sony video recorder advertisement, suddenly, a new advertisement flashed on the big screen.

"Mike, my God, it's Mike!" someone suddenly shouted.

Everyone was shocked and looked.

At this time, many people were already pointing at the big screen, and more people were shouting, "Oh God, it's really him!"

"It's him, Mike, that's right!"

Some fans covered their mouths in surprise and were so excited that they almost cried.

Because Mike Jackson is so popular in this era, and he likes to keep his mystery, many media usually cannot take photos of his actions, but now, Mike appears on the big screen in Times Square, New York.

On the screen: The drizzle was flying, and Mike was strolling in the rain, not singing as vigorously as before, but chanting the new song "Kiss Goodbye" created by Song Zhichao for him.

The English version of "Kiss Goodbye" was rippling in Times Square. At this moment, everyone covered their mouths and stopped in surprise to listen.

The pedestrians who were hurrying to work were holding briefcases and staring at the big screen.

The boy on the skateboard raised his head and stared at the big screen.

A woman chatting and laughing with her friends, staring at the big screen with her friends.

The black aunt who was sweeping the floor also stopped sweeping the floor, looked up, and stared at the big screen.

Mike's melodious singing rippled around the square.

The beautiful melody, touching lyrics, soothe everyone's hearts.

Like a dream.

Too beautiful.

Too warm and touching.

This song is simply a masterpiece of God.

It’s not a pity that the king of heaven is the king, but he can actually sing such moving songs.

Everyone was moved by this new song by King Mike.

Just then—

Mike, who was singing, suddenly reached out and a strange thing appeared, "Vanke VCD, first-class sound quality, audio-visual enjoyment - choose Vanke if you listen to the song!"

“…”

“…”

Everyone was stunned.

Mike is advertising?

Damn, what the hell is this Vanke?
Chapter completed!