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The wind of Chicago, filled with the scent of roses.

An underprivileged kid from the Englewood neighborhood in the southern part of Chicago saw the prosperity of downtown Chicago for the first time today, witnessing the flashy side of this sin city.

He also vividly saw the decline of Michael Jordan.

In the shopping mall's giant billboard, workers were removing Jordan's enormous poster.

Inside the mall, piles of Bulls no. 45 jerseys were on sale at a discount, yet even so, hardly anyone was buying. After all, who would want a number that even its owner had abandoned?

The AJ store was still booming, but the Reebok store was also not lacking in customers.

The mall's television screens no longer showed basketball games; instead, highlights of the Chicago White Sox played.

Even in Chicago, on Jordan's own court, you could feel this intense sense of decay.

The divinity of no. 23 was truly beginning to waver.

Just a year ago, no one could have imagined such a thing happening.