Chapter 2450 Gathering

Forget it, if you don't win the Nobel Prize this year, forget it! Su Yun had already prepared for the worst. The probability of winning a prize after being recommended in the first year is very low, according to statistics, the probability is only 2.35%.

This probability is ridiculously low, if it doesn't work this year, then next year, and if it doesn't work next year, it will be the year after, Su Yun comforted himself in his heart.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and his black hair fluttered on his forehead. Although he was prepared for the worst, he was still very nervous.

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Tang Xiu and Sun Zeli's interview team has been in a state of preparation.

Sun Zeli learned early in the morning through certain channels that today is the day when the Nobel Prize Review Committee calls to notify the Nobel Prize winners.

They are a little excited, a little excited. But the Nobel Prize review committee is in a state of secrecy, and who will win the prize will only be lifted at the last moment.

In short, I still have to go to the hospital to watch. No matter whether I win the award or not, I have to stay in the hospital until the truth comes out.

Carrying a long gun and sprinting, squatting in the 912 hospital under the eyes of patients coming and going, not daring to be negligent for a moment. It's just that they are more sensitive today, and there are so many colleagues, they didn't follow the medical team for personal recording.

There are quite a lot of peers today. Tang Xiu watched the Chinese and foreign colleagues come and go who also got the news. Everyone had the same thought in their hearts - to stay on guard for possible big news.

Linger, who is the director of the Science and Education Department, and Li, the director of the Publicity Department, have also been busy all day.

Linge guarded Boss Zheng's side and tried not to let the reporters interview Boss Zheng. Director Li of the Propaganda Department prepared a large conference room and hundreds of big red envelopes, which is the most basic etiquette.

Facing the uncrowned king, 912's response was very polite, friendly, and well organized.

Linger kept persuading the reporters to wait in the big conference room. The smile on his face lasted all day, and now he was a little stiff.

But he is still working hard, he knows Boss Zheng's temper. I usually don't want to go out to eat, and it gets annoying when there are too many people. With so many unfamiliar reporters blocking the door, Linge was afraid that Boss Zheng would run away.

If something really happened, it would be extremely difficult to appease so many news media.

At that time, it is definitely not possible to come forward by yourself. Dean Yan has to run back and forth in order to be able to hold back.

Rather than that, it's better to do the work in your head, and nothing happens is the best.

Most of the reporters were persuaded to go to the conference room, but the two female reporters in front of them were really hard to persuade.

One is a fellow of Boss Zheng, who has done a special topic about Boss Zheng early in the morning. The other one is a reporter from the largest TV station in China, who also recorded Boss Zheng during the earthquake relief work.

Linge knew Boss Zheng's attitude towards those comrades. The small equipment dealer, who was walking on the footsteps, has now become a trump card salesman, and the one from the border town has also been transferred to the imperial capital, and has a business establishment.

This kind of person, who is closely related to Boss Zheng, Linge dare not offend.

It's easy to talk and negotiate, and Ringer's three-inch tongue is almost broken. Let’s put the facts and make sense, everyone else has gone, and you are still guarding here with long guns and short cannons, it’s not good at all.

Tang Xiu and Sun Zeli stayed, and the other interviewers went to the big conference room to wait. This was the result of the final compromise.

The media are all monkeys and monkeys, and they have thought of everything Ringer can think of. Today, there are many more people at the entrance of the intervention department, wearing plain clothes, walking around, answering calls from time to time or whispering something with Bluetooth headsets.

Linger can't help it either, the hospital is like this, it can't be cleared, isn't it? As long as you don't go to the doctor's office, it's fine, just turn a blind eye.

Time passed, and it was almost time to get off work.

Normally speaking, the call time should be around 5:00 pm, Imperial time. So the more this time, the more nervous.

Sun Zeli and Tang Xiu are ready. If there is no result after get off work, they will go home with Boss Zheng.

Today, even if all the honor points accumulated in the past are wiped out, I still have to enter the house.

They calculated very well and did a solid job. Recently, the two have become very close to Xie Yiren. Even if Boss Zheng is unhappy, he can still wait for the news at home.

Tang Xiu was chatting with the Xie Yiren, not daring to be negligent.

"Editor Tang, you're here too." A strange voice came.

Although he didn't see who it was, Tang Xiu knew it must be Wei Feng just by hearing the voice. This guy has been unsatisfactory since the incident in Haicheng last year. He resigned and left Haicheng a few months ago, and has never been whereabouts.

Did not expect to meet here today.

Behind Wei Feng was a seemingly capable team and a few foreigners. They came very late, which doesn't mean they are unprofessional, but that the way people get information is clearer. Just step on time, there is no need to wait here early in the morning.

The man in the middle, Tang Xiu, looked a little familiar, but he couldn't remember who he was for a while. The man was arrogant, looking forward, with a look of impatience on his face.

Holding the mobile phone, Tang Xiu chatted with the Xie Yi people to keep the communication unblocked, while carefully sizing up the group of people.

Wei Feng was a little thinner than before, his face was slightly tired and excited. But seeing the sneering smile on the corner of his mouth, Tang Xiu was slightly angry.

But she didn't show it, instead she smiled back and said, "Wei Feng, where are you going now?"

"Financial Times." After Wei Feng said this name, a wave of pride surged in his heart. The Financial Times, one of the top five major newspapers in the world, is much better than other newspapers and magazines, although the Financial Times is a bit sluggish under the impact of the Internet tide.

As for the local tabloids like Haicheng Metropolis Daily, there is no comparison with international newspapers.

"Congratulations." Tang Xiu said without any emotion.

"This time, our Editor-in-Chief William came to interview Dr. Zheng personally. If you ask me, it's not necessary at all. Zheng Ren won't win the Nobel Prize." Wei Feng sneered.

Tang Xiu glared at Wei Feng, but she held back and did not cause any conflict.

"Editor Tang, are you also here to interview Dr. Zheng Renzheng?" Wei Feng pretended not to see Tang Xiu's eyes, and said with a smile, "What a coincidence, our old colleagues met again. It's just that I see you , I'm afraid I will be disappointed in a while."

"Don't you want to come? Why are you still here?" Tang Xiu said coldly.

"That's what I said, but although I know he's just putting on a show, I really want to see what he will say when the truth comes out." Wei Feng said with a smile: "I think it's a pity that I didn't win the Nobel Prize this year. , I will work harder next year."