Chapter 138 136358 Group Help Field

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", what about the word?"

"Nika, Nika, hahaha, you are such 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, her buttocks started to become more and more crooked when the popularity went viral.

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: "It'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 group 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 performance 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 this scolding war involved at least several thousand people, and among them many black people were also scolding, and the scoldings were harsher than ordinary people.

This kind of behavior of Japanese devils 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 coldly at these clowns, Eric said, "Too few, Fitz, put the bait."

"Okay, boss!"

In the coffee shop, black college students Charles and Elgar cursed a few words and looked at their companions.

"It seems nothing, there is no punishment."

However, William and other white people did not mean to leave, but motioned for the two of them to continue.

At this time, many MJ supporters suddenly jumped out and began to type back at a very fast speed.

The few black fans soon couldn't stand it, and their firepower was suppressed.

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

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

Crackling

Crackling

The sound of keyboard tapping came one after another, and those who didn't know thought they were studying hard.

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

"No, my account also popped up."

"And mine."

"Wait, I'm offline too."

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

"Log in again!"

At William's command, several people re-entered the Facebook login page, but a pop-up window popped up on the screen immediately after entering the account password.

"It was detected that you posted and spread dangerous remarks with elements of racial discrimination, murder and terror. After careful consideration, we decided to give you a permanent ban."

"Are you kidding me? 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.

"Me too, I just added a girl from New Jersey College last night. We chatted for a night. She also sent me sexy photos. I can get her in a few days." Another male student also had the same expression as if he had eaten a fly.

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

"What's your loss? I've added more than 200 people. They are all rich and successful people who have been carefully selected. I was planning to do something big."

Listening to his accomplices' chattering, William said angrily: "Why are you in such a hurry? Isn't there a function to apply for unblocking? Try it now."

A moment later, the computer screen was full of unblocking failures, without even a processing time, telling you clearly that it's impossible.

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

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

Duang

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

The same sentence popped up on the interface.

"What's going on? Can't I apply again?"

"Can anyone tell me what's going on?"

Elgar, the only one among the seven who has some knowledge of computer technology, looked embarrassed and said hesitantly: "I think our IP has been blocked."

"Blocked IP, what do you mean?" William asked with his eyes wide open.

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

As soon as these words came out, it was like a big slap in their faces.

It's not the future, the price of laptops is relatively expensive, and the price of several thousand dollars is not easy to afford.

Thinking of this, their mood suddenly became terrible.

Just at this time, music started playing 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 accompanied by Michael's voice singing, "rolling in the deep" echoed in the cafe.

Several customers smiled immediately, shook their legs gently to the rhythm, and hummed along with the CD.

The humming gradually became louder, and after a while, almost all the customers began to sing. No matter how well they sang, the chorus was all about the atmosphere.

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

Is this song so 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 in the cafe who are about their age. Something is wrong.

Is it my own problem?

Or is it the world's problem?

"Let's go!" William slapped the table and shouted angrily.

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

"Sorry, sorry, my mother was hit by a car!"

With a tight heart, William quickly lied with a smile on his face to apologize.

Hearing that his mother was hit by a car, someone quickly opened the door for them to leave, and the kind-hearted person asked if they needed help.

"Shit! Shit!"

Walking away in disgrace, the seven people regained their faces and started to curse.

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

The others nodded, crossed the street and walked to the music store, and the dynamic music started to attack 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 constipated expressions.

"OMG! Why is it Michael Jackson again? Why is Michael Jackson everywhere? Why is this black guy never ending!"

William roared angrily.

"Fuck you!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, a fist as big as a sandbag had already landed on his face, and a black guy swung his fist and hit his head hard.

"NO! NO! NO!"

Several companions saw this and hurried to help, kicking the attacking black guy.

But in a blink of an eye, several burly men rushed out of the music store, and their fists and feet beat several people like a storm.

Far away in Silicon Valley, Eric naturally didn't know what happened.

Looking at the restored harmony and thriving MJ homepage, Eric laughed sincerely, but the number of Michael's fans had dropped a part.

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

"Well, if you notice anyone who is ignorant, insulting or harassing my friends, block their accounts. Facebook doesn't need a few jerk-offs."

"Understood."

"Then you keep an eye on them. I have to go back to Los Angeles. If you have any urgent matters, call me. Remember what I tell you."

Fitz nodded seriously: "Okay, boss!"

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

A few minutes after the text message was sent, Facebook had already started passing the baton.

Tobey Maguire: "I found a great song, Michael Jackson's new song "Rolling in the Deep". I listened to it all night."

James Franco: "Tobey recommended me a great song "Rolling in the Deep". You can try it."

Kirsten Dunst: "Maguire and Franco recommended Jackson's new song "Rolling in the Deep" to me. Its melody and lyrics are simply great, especially the lyrics. I love it to death."

Nicole Kidman: "Rolling in the Deep is the best song I have heard recently. I like the mood and lyrics of this song."

Gal Gadot: "I am not a person who likes to listen to songs, but I heard it on the set today. I am deeply fascinated by it. "Rolling in the Deep", you must listen to it!"

Johnny Depp: "An extremely beautiful song, it reminds me of the days when I first came to Hollywood."

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

Humans are social animals and will subconsciously go to the group.

Originally, Eric only selected close friends. He was too embarrassed to ask for help from those he had only met once.

However, as more and more people started promoting the song, some even started promoting it on their own initiative.

In the end, it became a matter of whether it sounded good or not. So many people were promoting it, so I couldn’t fall behind.

It’s like a trend. If you don’t get on board, you’ll be out!

“Rolling in the Deep”, if you don’t listen to it, you’ll be out.