"This is the hotel where the advertising investors live?"

The five Michael Jackson brothers followed their agents to leave the airport, took a vehicle from Columbia Records' local branch, drove 21 kilometers, crossed the majestic San Francisco Bridge, and drove onto the wide Entrance Avenue, but they turned from the market of tall buildings on both sides into a narrow street.

This is an uphill road with low small buildings on both sides, the highest is only five floors, most of which are still two or three floors.

The buildings have been around for a long time, some are cement, while others are old-fashioned wooden buildings, which look very dilapidated.

Michael felt like he was back in the black area, which was as old and dilapidated as the black area. It was just that it was not as chaotic as the black area, and there were no gangsters robbing with knives everywhere.

When he stood in front of a wooden building that had been long and long, and looked at the signs made of incomprehensible words outside, he felt like he was going abroad. When he turned around and saw the buildings in the distance from the roof, he confirmed that he was still in the United States.

"Yes, this is Chinatown! The company we asked you to shoot advertising this time is a Chinese boss. He likes to live in places with a lot of Chinese people, so you have to come here to see him!" The agent shrugged and said helplessly.

Michael was not as popular as he later at this time. He was just one of many black singers.

Michael started out as a child star. He loved music since he was a child and was good at electric guitar. He once performed in a small band to win extra money and practiced musical foundations such as singing and dancing under the strict teachings of his father. Therefore, his childhood was very unhappy. Later, he said in a talk show that his childhood was spent under his father's belt in the recording studio.

Maybe it's because they want their children to become successful, or maybe it's because they use their children to make money. In short, the five Michael brothers have received extremely strict training since childhood.

In 1964, Michael, who was only six years old, and his brothers began to appear on the professional stage as the "Michael Five Brothers Group". With his good singing and dancing skills, he gained recognition and became one of the budding child star band singers.

At the age of twelve, his lead singles topped the charts and gradually became famous.

By the year before yesterday, the five Michael brothers were officially spotted by Columbia Records, signed a contract to become its singers, and raised Jackson's status to a higher level, and the group was renamed "Michael Jackson Band".

At this time, he was quite famous.

The record company signed him not to do charity, but to make money and make more money. The value of a singer is not just to produce a few records and walk around, but also to shoot advertising revenue.

Since Chinese people can afford money, they accept it. As for where the boss personally prefers to live, they don’t care.

The hotel was short and very dark. They walked on the rattleing wooden stairs and arrived at the second floor.

Fortunately, the Chinese boss was not waiting for them in a small dark room, but rented the living room on the second floor of the hotel as a place for external reception, which made everyone feel relieved. Although the place is not spacious and bright enough, everyone can finally sit down.

"Welcome, I'm Guan Fei!"

Guan Fei walked forward with a smile, stretched out his hand to them, and said in Chinese.

The official language of the Interstellar Republic of China is Mandarin. Since there is no need to interact with other interstellar countries, personal hobbies are the same except reading and writing, but the official does not require the people to speak. It is enough to understand the original text of some international scientific and technological materials, and there is no need to communicate face to face.

So just like Cantonese, Guan Fei can understand it, but he can't speak it.

Yu Dehai temporarily acted as a translator and quickly translated these words to Michael and his group in English.

"Are you the investor?" Michael's band agent looked at Guan Fei, then looked at the surrounding environment, frowned. He really didn't want to stay in such a place for a long time. He reluctantly said: "So, can we just get to the topic? What are your requirements for this advertising shooting? In addition, can you show us the script in advance?"

"Can!"

Without waiting for Yu Dehai to translate, Guan Fei asked Li Qing to take out the script he had prepared and handed it over.

"The script is very simple. On the basketball court, two groups of people had a conflict while playing basketball. At this time, Michael came here, played music, and danced with the music. Under his guidance, others also joined in, and the fight ended. The theme was to not fight, use music and dance to calm the dispute." Guan Fei briefly introduced the script and snapped his fingers at the end, "By the way, I also fought for this plot and composed a dance. At that time, Michael just needs to jump out as it is!"

The agent quickly flipped through the script and stopped in shock when he heard this.

The advertising script is indeed very simple, just like the MTV they filmed, with a good meaning. Using music and dance to calm the disputes will be a good idea for external publicity and sales. Whether it is for advertisements or music TV, it is a good idea.

but……

He clenched his ears hard and asked politely: "Sir, I asked wisely. You just said, "You made a dance for this plot?"

"Yes!" Guan Fei nodded affirmatively.

Without saying a word, the agent stood up and prepared to leave immediately.

Michael is not very popular now. A boss pays for money and asking him to shoot an advertisement is nothing. Business is business, and they plan to accept it as long as they ask for reasonable requirements. But the other party specially arranged dances for Michael and asked him to perform as such... What a joke!

This will ruin Michael!

A star, whether it is a movie star, a singer, or a dance star, is very difficult to become famous, but to ruin him, just one mistake is enough!

A foreigner, or a Chinese who can't even speak English, ran and said, "I made up a dance for Michael Jackson." What is the rhythm?

The rhythm of ruining people tirelessly!

They would rather not make this little money than watch Michael's image in the eyes of his fans collapse.

"If I were you, I would have watched this dance first before making a decision!" Guan Fei also stood up, but did not go forward to try to keep him. He just crossed his hands and placed them on his lower abdomen and said with a smile.

Yu Dehai hurriedly translated this passage.

The agents walked to the stairs, thought about it, turned around again, and grinned reluctantly: "Okay."

For the sake of money, just endure it for a few more minutes.

He warned himself in this way that it is acceptable to grow up in the country of money supremacy and surpass others to become a qualified agent to make certain sacrifices for money.

The five Michael brothers also heard the previous negotiation and sat down curiously.

They don’t know that there are dances in China, and they are still interested in this kind of dance skills from foreign countries.

Guan Fei looked at their explosive hairstyles, and sat together like five plush balls on his head, and was also a little laughing. This is their external image, and it can also be said to be a performance image. For child star bands, it is most appropriate to use cuteness to attract fans.

But as they grow older, such hairstyles look...well, they are quite weird.

Michael is one of the many singers in the history of global music that can leave his name behind, and his achievements can be described as great. Guan Fei has heard his songs from the interstellar Internet database, but he didn't feel much about it. After all, it was a song from hundreds of years ago. It was unique at that time, but with hundreds of years of music development history, such songs are no longer too attractive.

But the dance form he created is still circulating.

With the help of Yu Dehai, Li Qing hung up the curtain in the reception room, then set up a projector, adjusted the focal length, and nodded to Guan Fei.

"Let's start!" Guan Fei ordered.

The curtains in the room have been pulled up and the lights have been turned off. There is no other light source except for the reflection on the curtain.

The projector buzzed, and the countdown of 7654321 appeared in the opening credits.

When the image appeared, music suddenly rang in the room. It turned out that Yu Dehai was watching the countdown and pressing the play button of the portable recorder in real time.

The agent immediately looked at the curtain, but stared at the strange tape recorder in Guli.

He just saw Yu Dehai carrying the tape recorder to the back of the curtain, so he paid more attention. At this moment, the music sounded, and he unconsciously used his professional judgment to analyze the playback effect of the tape recorder.

Very good!

As an agent of a record company, he has seen and heard many high-end audio effects. Out of his preference, he also bought a home audio. It was a big guy who was one meter tall and sixty centimeters wide, plus two huge speakers, which occupied almost one-third of the wall space.

As for small cassette recorders, he has also seen them, for the needs of the outdoor workplace.

As for the effect, it is extremely poor!

But the strange portable recorder in front of me, the music from the speakers on both sides of the front is quite effective.

very nice!

The agent considers himself not a golden ear, but after years of influence in actual work, he can also distinguish some subtle differences.

This recorder is not big, but the volume is quite large. The treble penetration is strong, clear and transparent, the bass is thick and heavy, and it has a heavy metal effect.

In terms of sound quality, it is still slightly worse than that of desktop speakers, but the difference is not big.

If it weren't for a professional like him, most people would probably not be able to tell the difference between the two if they close their eyes.

More importantly, it is convenient!

The handle above clearly illustrates the characteristics of this tape recorder, which can be carried around. If he wants to listen to it in the living room, he will mention it to the living room, listen to a song before going to bed, or easily bring it to the bedroom. It is so convenient!

With this thing, what other cassette recorder is needed.

Compared to this not-so-large recorder, the cassette recorder is simply a waste of ears and is completely noise!

The agent did not look at the screen at all, but closed his eyes and enjoyed the music with interest.

After listening for two minutes, he suddenly woke up.

He has never heard of this song!

From the style of the music to the interpretation technique, it is obvious that black music is light and has a strong sense of rhythm. The sound of metal bursting is deafening and has a strong sense of liveness.

But he dares to swear that there is no such song on the market!

This is a new song!

He jumped up from his seat excitedly, forgot where he was now, and rushed to the recorder in one step. Based on the impression he had just seen, he turned off the tape playback. The powerful singing suddenly came to an abrupt end.

"Hey, buddy, what are you doing?"

The five Michael brothers were watching the dynamic dance on the curtain and were very excited. Several people stood up and learned to dance with the music and the images on the curtain. The song suddenly stopped, with only the images but no music. This feeling suddenly woke them up from their intoxication and shouted at the agent angrily.

Yu Dehai knew how to read and look. When he saw the agent's actions, he just smiled proudly, and had no action. Li Qing didn't understand these things. When he saw that the person was rude to the commander just now and now he was openly destroying the demonstration atmosphere created by the commander, his anger surged, and he wanted to rush up and teach him a lesson.

Guan Fei grabbed him and smiled and nodded at his agent, asking him to rest assured and calm down and you will know.

The broker ignored the subtle changes in the outside world and spread out the tape directly and took out the tape from it.

The projected light flickered, making it impossible for him to see the subtle text of the tape label.

Bang!

After the Michael brothers were angry, they also realized something was wrong. Looking at his movements, they suddenly realized and quickly helped turn on the lights.

With the bright lights, the agent finally saw the handwritten text on the label, but before he could scream in surprise, he became depressed in a blink of an eye - there were a few pictures he couldn't understand on it. If he guessed correctly, this was in Chinese!

"This song..." He raised his head and asked anxiously to face Guan Fei's joking smile.
To be continued...