William Arthur Louis, a reporter for the Financial Times. A year ago, during the Pulitzer Prize selection, he was sent to East Asia by the Financial Times because he was found to be falsifying the news. It could be considered a form of exiled punishment.
Today, William received a 'mission' from the headquarters — to follow and interview Doctor Zheng of the Imperial Capital Hospital.
According to the information faxed from the headquarters, it was judged that Doctor Zheng was very likely to win this year's Nobel Prize in Biology and Medicine.
Originally, this matter was a good thing for William. A Nobel Prize winner who had suddenly risen to prominence could do a lot of articles.
However, he scoffed at this.
Wei Feng stood in William's office and looked down at the Huangpu River. He should have been broad-minded, but he was not in the mood.
Wei Feng came to Sorcery Capital because he was sullen in Sea City. Coincidentally, the East Asia branch of the Financial Times was short of manpower, so Wei Feng came to apply for a job.
In the past, the medical dispute manuscript became his stepping stone. Because of the local collusion, this kind of good article that reported the 'truth' could not be published. It became a dignified reason for him to enter the East Asia branch of the Financial Times.
This was what Wei Feng needed. Here, he could show his talent. It was not like in Sea City, where a 'good' article that could attract the attention of public opinion would sink into the sea.
"You're from Sea City. I've seen your information. Have you dealt with Doctor Zheng before?" William asked.
"Yes," Wei Feng said in a deep voice. "I'm a conscientious reporter who exposes the dark side of society. Unfortunately, the resistance is too great. "
Wei Feng carefully established a persona for himself — a conscientious reporter who exposes the dark side of society.
He felt that the chief editor of the East Asia branch of the Financial Times should like it.
"Take a look at this mission and tell me what you think," William did not move. He leaned his back against the chair and looked at the Huangpu River outside the window as he said calmly.
Wei Feng's heart skipped a beat. He suppressed his joy and picked up the document on the table.
He saw a familiar name — Zheng Ren!
Nobel Prize? He had actually become a candidate for the Nobel Prize? That was impossible. How could a small place like Sea City, where even birds wouldn't poop, be recommended for the Nobel Prize?
Wei Feng's eyes were a little red with jealousy.
After reading through the interview request, his brain started to work hard.
He couldn't ruin a great job because of his own subjective thoughts. As an exquisite egoist, Wei Feng tried to avoid making such a mistake.
They had to know what Chief Editor William was thinking and then follow his train of thought to conduct the interview.
Wei Feng was silent for nearly a minute. Suddenly, he heard William say slowly, "Do you understand the process of winning the Nobel Prize?"
"More or less," Wei Feng said in a deep voice. He tried to make his voice deep and magnetic. He had thought of every detail and did not want to make a mistake because of a small problem.
"Tell me."
"Every year from October to December, we will accept the recommendations of the various Nobel Prize projects and enter the evaluation period. Then, in October of the second year, a few hours before the announcement, the evaluation committee will inform the winners by phone. The Nobel Prize is awarded on December 10th every year. "
"What do you think about this interview?" William asked leisurely as he rested his chin on his hand, as if he hadn't heard what Wei Feng said.
"…" Wei Feng didn't understand what William meant. Editor-in-chief William hadn't even looked at him since he entered the room. Not to mention judging his expression and body language, even his tone didn't fluctuate.
'He's really a shrewd big shot,' Wei Feng praised in his heart.
"The Nobel Prize candidates are all kept secret. The declassification period is fifty years," William said. "But this Doctor Zheng, I've done a brief investigation. Since last year, there have been rumors in Sea City and the Imperial Capital that he has already been recommended for the Nobel Prize."
Wei Feng was stunned.
"It's said that Haruki Murakami is accompanying him every year. The list of Nobel Prize candidates is kept secret. Only the most unprofessional reporters would make such a mistake and report all kinds of sensational news," William said. "Now, those stupid guys at the headquarters actually believe the rumors. They don't even have the most basic professionalism."
"You're right!" Wei Feng stood at attention without hesitation, affirming William's words.
Was it kept secret? If that was the case, there were too many places to tamper with. Wei Feng's heart burned with a ball of fire.
"Although I didn't go to the interview, I've thought about this matter. There are a few possibilities. The most likely one is that this doctor named Zheng Ren is creating hype himself. According to the information, he also does a live broadcast of the surgery on a website. This is a person who is unwilling to be lonely and plain. "
Wei Feng listened quietly. He knew that the first thing he had to do was listen and listen to the judgment of this big shot in the industry.
"Your trial is to expose the truth about this' Nobel Prize candidate '. If you can come up with a manuscript that I'm satisfied with, getting hired won't be a problem, "William said with a smile.
Wei Feng's blood surged in his heart. He could hear the infinite hope in William's words. To be able to join an international newspaper was like reaching the sky in a single step. Chief Editor William probably took a fancy to him because he came from Sea City, the same city as Doctor Zheng. He had even interacted with him before.
Otherwise, he would not have given him such a big task.
"Go. Now, go to the HR department to report. Consider it the internship stage," William said. "I look forward to your exciting reports."
Wei Feng bowed deeply and clenched his fists tightly at an angle that William could not see.
If it were not for the fact that he needed to maintain a mature and cautious image, he would have jumped up and warmly celebrated becoming an intern reporter.
Lord William was right! What right did a bullsh * t doctor, and a young doctor from Sea City General Hospital, have to win the Nobel Prize?
As for the confidentiality of the candidate, Wei Feng immediately believed it after hearing it. Since Lord William said so, it must be right. He had just received a recommendation and he could not wait to publicize it.
This was a publicity stunt, a complete publicity stunt!
Wei Feng was very satisfied with this job. He could give his old opponent a fatal blow and enter the Cross Newspaper Group. It was the best of both worlds!
He maintained a respectful posture as he left William's office.
He maintained his bowed posture and closed the door respectfully. Only then did he straighten his back.
Wei Feng's face was filled with the smile of a victor as he strode toward the office of the human resources department. As he walked faster and faster, Wei Feng felt as if there was wind under his feet. He had already exposed Doctor Zheng's ugly mask and exposed his thoughts to the public.
What should he do? Academic fraud? That was the most powerful thing.
Every academic fraud and use of the opportunity to hype up would provoke the emotions of the onlookers and cause a huge uproar.
This was a pretty good angle. Wei Feng's lips curled into a smile.
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Note: Zhang Junping inexplicably transmigrated and became the great-grandson of the founding general of the Song Dynasty, Zhang Lingduo.
Zhang Junping, who treated transmigration as a game, began his game life in the Northern Song Dynasty.
Unknowingly, the Great Song Dynasty had become different!
Zhang Junping, who was slow to realize, shouted, "F * ck, the Great Song Dynasty has been ruined by me!"
"The Great Song Dynasty Ruined"
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