At the venue.
In the award ceremony hall.
The guests and candidates gradually entered the venue.
"Hello, please show me your invitation."
"Here you go."
"Alright, thank you."
"Hello, may I have a look at your invitation?"
"Is this it?"
"Alright, please enter."
Security checks.
Entry passes.
Identity verification.
Facial recognition.
A series of high-tech equipment was installed and it was very professional and formal. A person had to go through at least three checkpoints before they could enter the venue. After entering the venue, there would be a British staff member who would receive the candidates and their family members or entourage and lead them to their seats. Zhang Ye's seat was on the right side of the venue. It was very near the front and was in the second row. For convenience's sake, Zhang Ye sat on the outermost aisle. Ha Qiqi and Little Wang sat behind him.
At the back.
Anthony was also here. "Zhang."
Zhang Ye turned around and said with a smile, "You're here?"
"I'll sit behind you," Anthony said.
Then Felicia came over and sat down near them. "Hi, did you sleep well last night?"
Zhang Ye said happily, "It was alright."
The Nobel Prize in Literature nominees were all in this area.
An American female author had arrived.
India's Bangalore was also here. He did not cause any trouble when he came in today and only had a cold expression on his face. When he saw Zhang Ye, he chuckled. As for the others, he ignored them. The Indian author probably understood that his biggest competitor for the Nobel Prize this time was the Chinese author.
Ha Qiqi whispered, "That's him?"
Little Wang also looked at the Indian author sitting in the two rows behind them. "What's there to be arrogant about!"
The last person to arrive was the Japanese author. He was the last to enter the venue and happened to be sitting next to Anthony, very close to Zhang Ye's back.
Anthony clearly knew him. "I didn't see you at the banquet?"
The Japanese author smiled. "My wife asked me to go shopping with her."
Felicia smiled and said, "What a good man."
Zhang Ye turned around and gave him a look.
Felicia introduced, "Oh yes, let me introduce you to a friend. This is Zhang Ye."
But when the Japanese author heard that, he snorted coldly and did not reply.
Zhang Ye smiled and shrugged, not minding it.
Anthony was a little dumbfounded. "Ah? What's the matter? "
The Japanese author rolled his eyes. "I don't want to know him."
"Why?" Felicia was puzzled.
In the end, Zhang Ye spoke. He smiled and said, "The people from their country are not very friendly to me."
The Japanese writer was exasperated. "Are we the unfriendly ones or are you the unfriendly ones!"
Anthony immediately said, "Zhang Ye is a very good person. Don't judge a book by its cover."
The Japanese author nearly fainted!
He's not bad my ass!
You think I'm judging a book by its cover?
Felicia chimed in, "The Indians are the ones we should unite against."
Felicia and Anthony did not know the inside story, so they were wondering why the Japanese author was so prejudiced against Zhang Ye. They wondered if there was some kind of misunderstanding going on here.
The Japanese author was so angry that he was speechless!
Indian?
Even ten Bangaloreans couldn't compare to this Zhang fellow's wickedness!
Compared to Zhang Ye, the Indian was like a little white flower!
You don't know anything about what happened to him in the past!
Among everyone present, if there was anyone who understood Zhang Ye the best, other than Ha Qiqi and Little Wang, it would definitely be the Japanese and Korean Nobel Prize nominees present. The people from other countries might not be familiar with Zhang Ye, but how could they not be? Although Zhang Ye had disappeared for three to four years, the Japanese and Koreans could not help but grit their teeth at the mention of his name!
Scolding people!
Beating people up!
Smashing cars!
Smashing hotels!
Building a trojan horse!
This was the same hooligan who committed all sorts of crimes in Asia back then!
Yet you guys still think that he's a good person?
Are you kidding me!?
Last night, the reason why the Japanese author did not appear at the banquet was because his wife had dragged him out to go shopping. But in reality, that was not the reason at all. It was because his wife was afraid that Zhang Ye would cause trouble for her, so she dragged her husband away to avoid him. As for that Bangalore guy? The Japanese author couple did not take it to heart at all. They knew that the Indians only knew how to talk and not fight.
One was a sheep in wolf's clothing!
The other was a wolf in sheep's clothing!
The two of them could not be compared at all. You're the only ones who treat the Indians as a thorn in your side, but little do you know that the biggest thorn in your side is chatting happily with you!
At 10 PM sharp.
The venue's doors were closed and the security checkpoint was closed.
For a moment, the venue fell silent. Everyone had arrived.
Little Wang said nervously, "It's starting!"
Ha Qiqi heaved a sigh of relief. "Which award will we be announcing first?"
Little Wang said, "It seems to be different every year. Ah, I'm so nervous."
Zhang Ye smiled and said, "Calm down, it's a live broadcast."
Little Wang quickly took a deep breath, but her heart could not help but race. She could not be blamed for being nervous, because they knew how important this award was to Director Zhang. This was the highest award in the world's highest field, and it was also their first time attending an award ceremony on the international stage, so it would be strange if they were not nervous.
Countless cameras were pointed at the stage.
The award ceremony venue was as luxurious as a concert hall.
The atmosphere.
The decorations.
The colors.
Everything was just right.
Under the watchful eyes of the entire world, the Nobel Prize Foundation's director took the stage. He stroked the microphone and smiled at the world. "Ladies and gentlemen, good morning."
Thunderous applause rang out.
Everyone in the audience was clapping.
Following that, the foundation's director gave an opening speech that was ten minutes long. He gave an in-depth introduction to the Nobel Prize's founding, predecessor, the change in name, the number of awards that had been awarded, and so on. It gave everyone a deeper understanding of the Nobel Prize's value and history. Because it was different this year, it happened to be the Nobel Prize's 50th anniversary, so it was especially grand.
Ten minutes passed.
The speech ended.
There was thunderous applause in the venue.
There were simultaneous interpreters on the various television stations around the world. The viewers in front of their televisions listened attentively, and the live audience was also listening attentively. Almost no one was distracted. To countless people, the Nobel Prize represented solemnity and dignity. They respected this award and the highest honor in the world.
On the stage.
A staff member came up with a trophy.
The director took it from them and smiled. "Then, I'll first announce the first Nobel Prize winner of this year." With a pause, he picked up a card and flipped it open. "After the Nobel Prize Committee's voting, the winner of this year's Nobel Prize in Medicine is —"
The audience fell silent.
It was quiet in front of their televisions.
The people sitting in the nominees' area for the Nobel Prize in Medicine were even more silent. Everyone was staring wide-eyed at the stage.
They heard the director announce, "— America's famous M.D., James Lang!"
Instantly, everyone in the audience looked in one direction!
James looked pleasantly surprised!
Some of the people around him immediately applauded!
There were also some who smiled bitterly and regretfully!
There were even some who gave James a friendly hug and celebrated for him!
In the field of medicine, America had indeed surpassed the rest of the world by too much. Among the nominees for the Nobel Prize in Medicine this year, out of the 20 nominees, seven of them were Americans. Everyone's previous predictions had also indicated this. Just like last year, it should be an American who would win this year's Nobel Prize. However, the focus of everyone's debate was on which American doctor would win the highest honor in the world. No one had expected that it would be James, the youngest M.D. candidate!
The director smiled. "Please come on stage to receive your award."
James smiled as he hugged and kissed his friends beside him. Then he strode onto the stage and received the trophy from the director's hands with a solemn expression. "Thank you, thank you. This is really unbelievable." He was so excited that he was even stammering when he gave his acceptance speech.
Little Wang was extremely envious.
Ha Qiqi was also very emotional.
On this day, James' name would definitely go down in history.
On this day, the entire world would cheer for him!
This was the Nobel Prize!
— The highest honor in the world!
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