May 3, 1992---

Early morning, Los Angeles, USA.

Boom, in the bridge where the train was moving, a ragged black homeless man was awakened by the sound of noise.

He opened his eyes and looked around, where several of his companions were curled up with newspapers in their seats.

He touched his stomach and was a little hungry.

He yawned, and his breath was so bad that he frowned.

He carefully pulled out a bottle of whiskey from under his pillow--- which he had picked up, and the wine was mixed from the bottles of the trash can, and there was everything, but whiskey was the most, so he drank it as whiskey.

The black homeless man took a big sip of wine, only to feel that his mouth was full of wine, and he covered up the bad breath a lot.

He smacked his lips and carefully re-screwed the cap and stuffed it under the pillow again, but after thinking about it, he glanced around vigilantly, and then took it out and took it directly to his body.

Since he became a vagabond, he rarely got up so early, put on his shoes, and didn't have to fold a quilt--- he had no quilt to fold, and his bed was just a simple piece of cardboard.

Packing up the cardboard, the black homeless man squinted and enjoyed the bright sunlight shining in from outside the bridge.

Basking 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 the real happiness.

Not far away, leaning against the bridge, five or six other homeless people were also squinting in the sun. Anyway, the sun is full of ruthlessness, and there is no need to fight.

The black homeless man was leaning against the wall and basking in the sun, while scratching the dead ashes on his chest with his hands--- he hadn't taken a shower for months, and his whole body was itching.

He scratched hard, scratched hard, and soon made a few clumps of dirty ash, and just as he was comfortably bounced off the dirty ash stuck between his fingernails, suddenly, something blocked out the warm sunlight.

"What's going on?

"Is it cloudy?

"Where's our sunshine?"

Everyone looked, and then they saw that something was cut down from the top of the bridge, wide and long, which directly blocked most of the sunlight from the bridge hole.

Furious!

Not only the black homeless man was furious, but the others were also furious, for for them, their only source of happiness was this free, warm, and everybody could enjoy the sunshine, but now --- their sunshine was snatched away!

"Shit! What is this!"

"Oh my God, this thing!"

"Let's see what the hell this is!"

These usually lazy homeless people rarely took action with one mind, and they got up and ran outside the bridge to see what was going on.

The black homeless man also followed the crowd, rubbing the ashes, putting the tip of his nose and sniffing, and walked out of the bridge.

At this time, the homeless people who had walked out of the bridge cave in advance were already standing outside, staring up at the bridge cave with strange expressions.

"Well, what's going on?" the black homeless man was a little suspicious.

He leaned over, and then looked up as well, and saw clearly, his eyes widened, his mouth widened--- only to see that above his head was a giant poster the size of a movie screen, and the character on the poster was the world's pop king--- Michael Jackson!

No way, Mike is so famous, not to mention ordinary people, even these homeless people are his fans and fans.

Black tramps are one of them. He admires Mike very much, and thinks that Mike has won glory for black people, and of course, he likes Mike more because his songs are so good.

To his surprise, though, this time Mike didn't promote his song on the poster, but instead held a quirky gadget in one hand. The other finger pointed at the thing, and spit out a string of words in his mouth: "Vanke VCD, take you into new technology!"

"Ahh

Everyone else was in a daze.

......

Times Square, New York, USA---

As the most developed capitalist country, the United States has always been very advanced in terms of high technology. Times Square, for example, has the largest outdoor screen in the world, which usually shows large commercials or election propaganda for politicians.

In other words, not everyone can board this big screen, and not everything can be played.

At this time--- Japanese superstar Noriko Sakai was shopping in the American home appliance store, and suddenly found a "Sony" brand video recorder, and then happily sang English songs and bought them home, and finally did not forget to flatter the United States, "I love America, I love Sony!"

Americans have become accustomed to Japan's "ass licking" type of advertising, and for Sony's video recorder brand, Americans are also very recognized--- no way, Sony is indeed very strong in this regard, whether it is technology or other aspects, it is the strongest in the world.

Today, Sony sells more video recorders in the United States than other brands such as Panasonic, Hitachi, JVC, and Philips, becoming the hegemon of today's audio and video market.

Since it is the hegemon, then Sony's electrical advertising will be flying all over the sky, no, flying all over the world--- almost all his big markets, Asia, Europe and the United States, and even Africa (mainly developed South Africa), will shoot different advertisements to promote their brands.

Among them, the United States is Sony's largest market, of course, it is even more important to grasp the point, which is why it will invest so much in New York's Times Square and engage in advertising.

The broadcast of the big screen in Times Square in the United States is billed by the second, and the cost of just a few seconds of advertising is as high as millions of dollars, so many advertisements are ultra-short, and it is already very good to make a 23-second advertisement like Sony.

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

"Mike, oh my God, it's Mike!" suddenly someone 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 they were about to cry with excitement.

Because Mike Jackson is so popular in this era, and he likes to be mysterious, many media usually can't film his actions, but now, Mike appears on the big screen in Times Square in New York.

On the screen: drizzling, Mike walks in the rain, not singing and dancing as vigorously as before, but softly singing Song Zhichao's new song "Kiss Goodbye" for him.

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

Pedestrians hurrying to work hold briefcases and stare up at the big screen.

A teenager on a skateboard, staring at the big screen with his head up.

A woman who is talking and laughing with her friends, with her friends, staring at the big screen with her head up.

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 voice rippled around the square.

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

It's like a dream.

So beautiful.

It's so warm, it's so touching.

This song is simply a masterpiece of God.

The king of heaven is not a king, and he can sing such a moving song.

Everyone was touched by this new song by Mike, the king of heaven.

That's when ---

Mike, who was singing, suddenly stretched out his hand, and a strange thing appeared, "Vanke VCD, first-class sound quality, audio-visual enjoyment--- choose Vanke when listening to songs!"

“......”

“......”

Everyone, stunned.

Is Mike advertising?

Damn, what the hell is this Vanke?

The sudden change in the style of painting makes everyone messy......