London.
Clean streets.
An ancient church.
An exotic beauty.
Along the way, the scenery outside the car was unobstructed.
Little Wang leaned against the window and praised, "It's so beautiful."
Ha Qiqi narrowed her eyes and said, "It does feel different."
This was also Zhang Ye's first time coming to England, so he was very curious about the customs here.
Little Wang looked at Zhang Ye. "Director Zhang."
"Ah?" Zhang Ye said.
Little Wang requested, "Can I go shopping with Sister Ha tonight?"
Zhang Ye laughed and said, "Aren't you guys jet-lagged?"
Little Wang giggled and said, "I slept all the way on the plane, so I can't sleep anymore."
Zhang Ye said, "Let's go shopping then. It's not easy for us to come here, and the awards ceremony is tomorrow anyway."
"Alright, thank you, Director Zhang!" Little Wang said excitedly.
Ha Qiqi smiled and said, "Shall we go to Oxford Street?"
Little Wang clapped. "That's great!"
Up ahead, they arrived at the hotel where they were staying.
The people staying in the hotel were all invited guests for this year's Nobel Prize award ceremony. The entire hotel, which was more than 10 stories high, had already been booked. Other than the people from the Nobel Prize committee, there were also ceremony staff, foreign dignitaries, and guests. The rest were all candidates for this year's Nobel Prize. They were all people who had made great contributions to the world in their respective fields. It could be said that the elites from all over the world were gathered here. The lineup was so luxurious that it was frightening.
The car stopped.
The driver got out and opened the door for them.
Zhang Ye and the others entered the hotel and checked in.
Quite a number of people had already checked in. There were also some people who had just arrived who were going through the formalities. They were all foreigners, so Zhang Ye did not know them.
Ha Qiqi asked, "Which floor are we on?"
After registering, the British female staff member smiled and said, "It's on the seventh floor. That floor is where the Nobel Prize in Literature nominees and their entourage live."
The Literature Prize.
Medicine Prize.
Physics Prize.
Mathematics Prize.
Economics Prize.
Other than the Nobel Peace Prize, which was a little special and did not have any nominees, the other award nominees were separated by award category. This was also deliberately arranged by the organizers. They would stay on the same floor to make it easier for everyone to communicate and discuss. This was also the original intention of the Nobel Prize.
Ha Qiqi nodded. "Alright."
The British beauty pointed with her hand. "The elevator is this way."
Little Wang giggled and said, "Thank you."
"That —" The beautiful English staff member looked at Zhang Ye.
Zhang Ye was taken aback, "What's the matter? What's the matter? "
The English beauty looked around to make sure no one was around, then reached under the table and took out a book with a smile. It was the English version of Gone with the Wind. "Teacher Zhang, can I have your autograph?"
Zhang Ye was amused. "Alright."
Take a pen and sign your name.
This was the first time he was getting an autograph from a foreign fan. The feeling was indeed different. Zhang Ye could clearly feel his international reputation rising. However, when signing, this fellow still stubbornly signed in Chinese. He only had this signature, he didn't have an English name.
The British beauty looked very happy. "Thank you, thank you so much."
Zhang Ye said to Ha Qiqi and the others, "Let's go."
Little Wang whispered, "You have foreign fans too."
Ha Qiqi smiled and said, "Director Zhang is no longer the same as before."
They walked to the elevator.
Behind him, a few people suddenly caught up.
"Zhang!"
"Wait a moment."
"Slow down."
Turning around, he saw that it was Hans, Anna, and Paige. They had arrived slightly later than Zhang Ye and had already completed the registration procedures.
They came up with their luggage.
Anna stared at him in surprise. "Are you really the author of Gone with the Wind?"
Zhang Ye smiled. "That's right."
Paige stared and said, "Aren't you a physicist?"
Zhang Ye said in amusement, "I know a little about physics."
"Does that count as knowing a little?" Hans nearly fainted. "To be able to debate and discuss with us Nobel Prize nominees, that counts as knowing a little?"
Hans's student also looked at Zhang Ye in a daze.
Throughout the entire journey in the car, none of them could accept this fact. If he only knew a little, even if he had a deep understanding of physics, he wouldn't have been able to debate with them on the plane and after getting off. How was Hans's student? He was also a physics expert. Although he was only a student, he was still a physics professor. However, when they were debating, Hans's student couldn't even get a word in. This was the limitation of his ability and knowledge. But what about Zhang Ye? Not only did he chat with them, some of his ideas even gave them some inspiration. How could he possibly be a normal physicist!
He was the world's leading authority in physics!
Yet you went into literature?
Are you kidding me?!
Hans was exasperated. "Why did you choose to write novels!"
Zhang Ye was taken aback. "I started out as a novelist."
Anna was stunned. "Ah?"
Paige's eyes widened. "You used to write novels as well?"
"Yeah." Zhang Ye smiled and said, "Why else would I be vying for the Nobel Prize in Literature?"
Paige looked up into the sky.
Anna's legs turned to jelly.
What the hell was this?
As they chatted, the elevator was delayed.
Suddenly, another group of people came up from behind. Some of them recognized Zhang Ye immediately.
"Zhang!"
"It's you?"
"Zhang! My China friend! You're here too? "
Zhang Ye turned around and was amused. "John, Steve, you two are also candidates? Congratulations, I wouldn't have known if I didn't see you. "
A British mathematician smiled and said, "I'm not up for it. I'm just here to join in the fun."
An American mathematician laughed and said, "Me too. Even if I'm a candidate, I don't have much hope."
That French mathematician said, "To be nominated for the Nobel Prize, I have no regrets. I didn't even think about winning, but there's still hope for you."
Zhang Ye waved it off. "I'm not sure either."
The British mathematician said, "At least you have a better chance than us."
The American mathematician said, "But the competition for this year's Nobel Prize in Mathematics is indeed very intense. There are as many as 28 candidates."
Zhang Ye laughed, knowing that they had misunderstood.
These people were the top foreign mathematicians that Zhang Ye had gotten to know back when he solved the world's mathematical conjecture. In the field of mathematics, he still knew quite a few people.
When the physicist, Anna, heard this, she said dumbfoundedly, "Mathematics Prize? What Mathematics Prize? "
Paige was also stunned. "Mathematics?"
When they saw these people greeting Zhang Ye, they thought that they already knew Zhang Ye and were probably candidates for the Nobel Prize in Literature. At first, they did not pay much attention to it. But as they listened, they realized that something was wrong. Why did the word "mathematics" suddenly pop up?
Who are you people?
Hans's student's pupils constricted. He quickly whispered to his teacher, "I know that Englishman. He's Professor John, a world-famous mathematician!"
Ah?
Hans heard it.
Anna heard it too.
This was a group of mathematicians?
The British mathematician looked at the physicists and said curiously, "Eh, aren't you all together? Don't you know? "
Hans said in surprise, "Know what?"
The French mathematician smiled and said, "You guys still don't know each other? Then let me introduce you. This is Zhang Ye, a top mathematician in the world. Back then, the few of us participated in the verification of Dale's Conjecture, so Zhang Ye has a chance of winning the Nobel Prize in Mathematics this time. Hai, but he caused too much trouble back then and disappeared for three to four years. Otherwise, he would have had a chance of winning it four years ago. "
The American mathematician said gloatingly, "Most importantly, he even gave up on an international mathematics prize and offended everyone in the world of mathematics."
Zhang Ye laughed and said, "I'm not competing for the Mathematics Prize this time."
The British mathematician was taken aback. "What do you mean?"
"I'm a candidate for the Nobel Prize in Literature," Zhang Ye said.
Many of the mathematicians were dumbfounded!
What?
The Literature Prize?
Why are you competing for the literary world?!
Hans, Anna, and the other physicists were once again thrown into confusion!
What?
Mathematicians?
Holy shit! When did you become a mathematician?!
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