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

There are both men and women, both white and black, but no brown or yellow skin.

The seven of them were sitting there, each holding a notebook 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, a black man who wants to become white by bleaching his skin."

"Do you think you can whiten your skin by singing a few songs? It's never possible. A nigger is a nigger!"

He looked at the two black companions beside him and said, "Sorry Charles, sorry Elgar, I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about that Nico Michael Jackson."

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

"He is not only a pedophile, but he also wants to use skin grafting to turn himself into a white person. He might as well go back to Africa and practice voodoo instead of using such ridiculous methods. He is such a stupid guy. I heard that he has never been to school. No wonder he is as dumb as a pig!"

Another black youth, Elgar, was thoughtful: "Should we call him by a different name? His skin color is neither white nor black, it's like he's stuck in the middle. I think we should call Michael Jackson "Nika". How about that word?"

"Nika, Nika, hahaha. You are such a genius Elgar, this new term is great!" Charles laughed and clapped his hands.

A female college student suddenly said, "That Nico's fan is fighting back again. Hurry up and scold him back. This old guy actually wants to compete with Amu. Who would listen to his crappy songs?"

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

As she spoke, she also looked at her black companions beside her: "Sorry Charles, sorry Elgar, I didn't mean you."

The two black youths shrugged indifferently: "It's nothing, Shirley, we know what you mean, Eminem's rap is the best in the world!"

It was evident that the two negroes were in a state of complete conversion fever, and there were always many such people.

For example, the fat lady on the Oprah talk show, this condition was not very obvious when she was very popular, but when the popularity died down, her butt started to become more and more crooked.

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

A few minutes later, Elgar grinned and said: "Look at this Nika's post, asking his supporters to be rational and not to quarrel with us."

"I think he is scared and doesn't dare to continue arguing, otherwise it will only attract more people and embarrass himself further."

A few minutes later, Charles said cheerfully, "What a bunch of obedient dogs! Those guys didn't even talk back. They really let us insult them. There are such fools in the world!"

William snorted coldly: "There's nothing strange about it. Black people have low IQs. How smart can they be if they can come up with skin grafting and bleaching?"

"Keep scolding them. The less they fight back, the more it proves that we are right. That pedophile Jackson is guilty."

Before he could finish his words, a companion frowned and said, "Wait, William, I received an official message from Facebook, reminding people to socialize healthily. If you are detected spreading dangerous and insulting speech such as racism and terrorism, you will be sanctioned."

"I got it, too."

"And me."

"And me."

“This must have been sent by the official group.”

"Then let's not curse anymore, shall we?"

Everyone's eyes were focused on William, who was hesitant. The official notice was not clear and he was unsure of its meaning.

At this time, the two black college students patted their chests, feeling that the burning desire to perform in their hearts was about to break through the sky.

At times like this, one must charge forward bravely. Only by desperately belittling one's outstanding compatriots can one gain recognition and rewards from the masters.

"William, you guys 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 curse more harshly."

Meanwhile, Silicon Valley Building.

Eric continued to stare at MJ's homepage.

He was surprised to find that this war of words involved at least several thousand people, and among them there were quite a few black people who were also cursing, and their curses were even harsher than those of ordinary people.

This kind of traitor behavior is more hateful than that of the white people.

Especially the skin color issue that they were complaining about. Others might not understand it, but Eric knew it had nothing to do with bleaching or skin grafting.

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

Anyone with a little common sense should understand what it meant to have a full-body skin graft in the 1980s. You might not even be able to get off the operating table and die on it.

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

Later, MJ went on a world tour, dancing wildly for hours at a time. Only a few people in the world could match that kind of exaggerated physical strength. How could he hold on with his poisoned body?

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 hype by the media.

Looking at these clowns coldly, Eric said, "Too little, Fitz, put out the bait."

"Okay, boss!"

In the coffee shop, black college students Charles and Elgar cursed at each other and looked at their companions.

"It seems like nothing happened. There were no sanctions."

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

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

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

William finally couldn't stand it anymore 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 its previous chaotic state.

Crackling Crackling The sound of keyboard tapping is heard one after another, and those who don't know would think they are 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 out."

"And mine."

"Wait, I'm offline too."

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

"Re-login!"

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

"We have detected that you have published and spread dangerous speech containing elements of racial discrimination, murder and terrorism. After careful consideration, we have decided to permanently ban your account."

"Are you kidding me? Permanently banned! I just added Xia yesterday, and she's my goddess. Maybe I'll have a chance this time." A male student said with a constipated look on his face.

"Me too. I just added a girl from New Jersey College last night. We chatted for a whole night and she sent me some sexy photos. In just a few days, I'll be able to get her." Another male student had the same expression as if he had eaten a fly.

"FUCK! I added several men yesterday, and we had a lot of fun chatting. One of them even wanted to buy me a bag, but he didn't leave his phone number. What should I do?"

"Your loss is nothing. I have already added more than 200 people, all of whom are carefully selected wealthy and successful people. I was planning to do something big."

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

After a moment, the computer screen was filled with information about failed unblocking, without even a processing time, telling you clearly that it was impossible.

"It's okay. At worst, I can just change my email address and reapply."

Several people immediately re-applied for an email address and registered on Facebook again.

Duang "We have detected that you have published and spread dangerous speech containing elements of racial discrimination, murder and terrorism. After careful consideration, we have decided to permanently ban your account."

This sentence still pops up on the interface.

"What's going on? Can't I just reapply?"

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

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

"Block IP, what does that mean?" William asked with his eyes wide open.

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"This laptop is no longer usable. If I want to apply for a new account, I can only succeed with a different laptop."

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like a slap in the face of them.

It’s not the later times yet, laptops are relatively expensive, and a price tag of several thousand dollars is not something that can be easily afforded.

Thinking of this, their mood suddenly became terrible.

Just at this moment, 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 are accompanied by Michael's voice singing, and "Rolling in the Deep" echoes in the cafe.

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

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

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

Is this song really that good? Aren't Jackson's fans all said to be old guys in their 30s and 40s?

But there were obviously many young people of about their age in the cafe, so something was not right.

Is it my own problem?

Or is it the world's problem? "Let's go!"

William slammed the table and yelled angrily.

As a result, he used too much force and the table made a loud bang, which instantly attracted the attention of others.

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

His heart tightened, and William quickly lied with a smile on his face to express his apology.

When they heard that his mother had been hit to death, someone quickly opened the door and let them leave, and the kind-hearted person also asked if they needed help.

"Shit! Shit!"

After walking away dejectedly, the seven men regained their composure and began 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, where the dynamic music began 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 nigga never ending?"

William roared angrily.

"Fuck you!"

But before he could finish his words, a fist as big as a sandbag had already landed on his face, and a black guy swung his fist and hit him hard on the head.

"NO! NO! NO!"

Seeing this, several companions rushed to help and kicked the attacking black guy down.

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

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

Eric smiled sincerely as he saw the restored harmony and flourishing MJ homepage, except that the number of Michael Jordan's fans had dropped a bit.

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

"Well, if you notice any ignorant people insulting or harassing my friends in the future, I will block their accounts. Facebook can't afford a few little punks."

"clear."

"Then keep an eye on me. I have to go back to Los Angeles. If there's anything urgent, 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 his address book, asking them to help promote Michael's new song.

A few minutes after the text message was sent, the message started to be passed around on Facebook like a relay baton.

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

James Franco: "Toby recommended me a really great song called "Rolling in the Deep", you can try it."

Kirsten Dunst: "Maguire and Franco recommended Jackson's new song "Rolling in the Deep" to me. The melody and lyrics are 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 the lyrics of this song."

Gal Gadot: "I'm not a person who likes to listen to songs, 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: "It's a really beautiful song that brings me back to when I first came to Hollywood."

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

Humans are social animals and will subconsciously try to fit in with others.

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

However, as more and more people started promoting the service, even people he didn't know at all started promoting the service on their own initiative.

In the end, it became, no matter whether it sounds good or not, so many people have promoted it, I can't be left behind.

Just like a trend movement, if you don’t get on board you will be out!

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

(End of this chapter)