Forget it. If I can't win the Nobel Prize this year, then forget it! Su Yun had already prepared for the worst. The probability of receiving a recommendation in the first year was very low. According to statistics, the probability was only 2.35%.
The probability was ridiculously low. If it didn't work this year, then next year. If it didn't work next year, then the year after. Su Yun comforted himself.
He blew, and the black hair on his forehead fluttered. Although he was prepared for the worst, he was still very nervous.
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Tang Xiu and Sun Zeli's interview team was ready to go.
Sun Zeli had already found out through certain channels that today was the day the Nobel Prize Committee would call to inform the Nobel Prize winner.
They were somewhat excited and agitated. However, the Nobel Prize committee was in a confidential state. Who would win the prize would only be revealed at the last moment.
In short, he still had to go to the hospital and wait. Whether he won the award or not, he had to wait in the hospital until the truth came to light.
He carried a long spear and sprinted. Under the gazes of the patients coming and going, he squatted in the Imperial Capital Hospital and did not dare to be negligent for a moment. It was just that it was a sensitive day and there were a lot of people in the same line of work, so they did not follow the medical team to record.
There were quite a lot of colleagues today. Tang Xiu looked at the Chinese and foreign colleagues who had also received the news coming and going. Everyone had the same thought in their minds — waiting for the possible big news.
Lin Ge, the director of the Science and Education Department, and Director Li of the Publicity Department were also busy for the whole day.
Lin Ge guarded Boss Zheng's side and tried his best not to let the reporters interview Boss Zheng. Director Li of the Publicity Department had prepared a large conference room and a few hundred red packets. This was the most basic etiquette.
Facing the uncrowned king, the 912's response was still very polite, friendly, and methodical.
Lin Ge kept persuading the reporters to wait in the big conference room. The smile on his face had been maintained for the whole day, but now it was a little stiff.
However, he was still working hard. He knew Boss Zheng's temper. Usually, he didn't want to go out to eat. It would be annoying if there were too many people around. With so many unfamiliar reporters blocking the door, Lin Ge was afraid that Boss Zheng would go berserk.
If something were to really happen, it would be extremely difficult to appease so many news outlets.
When the time came, it would be impossible for him to show up. Dean Yan would have to run back and forth in order to suppress him.
If that was the case, it would be better to do the work first. It would be best if nothing happened.
Most of the reporters tried to persuade them to go to the conference room, but these two female reporters were really difficult to persuade.
One was Boss Zheng's hometown. He had done a special topic about Boss Zheng a long time ago. The other was a reporter from the largest television station in the country. He had even recorded Boss Zheng's figure during the earthquake relief.
Lin Ge knew very well what kind of attitude Boss Zheng had toward those comrades. The small equipment dealer had now become the ace salesman. The one from the border town had also been transferred to the capital and had a career establishment.
Lin Ge did not dare to offend such a person who was close to Boss Zheng.
Lin Ge's silver tongue was about to shatter when he tried to negotiate with them. Lay out the facts and reason with them. The others have already gone, but you guys are still here with all kinds of guns and cannons. That's not good, is it?
Tang Xiu and Sun Zeli stayed behind while the rest of the interviewers went to the conference room to wait. This was the result of the final compromise.
The media were all very clever. They had thought of everything that Lin Ge could think of. Today, there were many people at the entrance of the Department of Interventional Medicine. They were all dressed in plain clothes and walking around. From time to time, they would answer a phone call or whisper into a Bluetooth headset.
Lin Ge had no choice. A place like a hospital was like this. They could not possibly clear it. As long as they did not go to the doctor's office, they could turn a blind eye to it.
Time passed and it was almost time to get off work.
Normally, the time of the phone call should be around five o 'clock in the evening in the capital. Therefore, the more nervous it was at this time.
Sun Zeli and Tang Xiu were already prepared. If there was no result by the time they got off work, they would follow Boss Zheng home no matter what.
Today, even if they had to use up all the honor points they had accumulated in the past, they had to enter the house.
They had a good plan and did their work quite steadily. Recently, the two of them had become very close to Xie Yiren. Even if Boss Zheng was not happy, he could wait at home for news.
Tang Xiu was chatting with Xie Yiren, not daring to be the slightest bit careless.
"Editor Tang, you're here too." A strange voice was heard.
Although she did not see who it was, Tang Xiu knew it must be Wei Feng from the voice. Ever since the incident in Sea City last year, this guy had been living a bad life. A few months ago, he resigned and left Sea City. No one knew where he went.
She did not expect to meet him here today.
Behind Wei Feng was a team that looked extremely capable, as well as a few foreigners. They came very late, but it did not mean that they were unprofessional. They just had a clearer way of getting the news. They just had to come on time. There was no need to wait here early in the morning.
Tang Xiu thought the person in the middle looked a little familiar, but she could not remember who he was. The man was very arrogant. His eyes looked forward, his face full of impatience.
Tang Xiu held her phone and chatted with Xie Yiren to keep the communication line open. At the same time, she carefully observed the group of people.
Wei Feng was slightly thinner than before. His face was a little tired and strangely excited. However, when she saw the trace of a mocking smile on his lips, Tang Xiu was slightly angry.
However, she did not show it. Instead, she smiled and said, "Wei Feng, where are you working now?"
"The Financial Times." After saying the name, a wave of pride rippled in Wei Feng's heart. The Financial Times was one of the top five newspapers in the world. Under the impact of the Internet, the Financial Times was a little sluggish, but it was much better than other newspapers and magazines.
As for local tabloids like Sea City Metropolis Daily, they could not be compared to international newspapers at all.
"Congratulations," Tang Xiu said without any emotion.
"This time, our chief editor William personally came to interview Doctor Zheng. If you ask me, there's no need at all. Zheng Ren won't win the Nobel Prize," Wei Feng sneered.
Tang Xiu glared at Wei Feng but still held back and did not cause a conflict.
"Chief editor Tang, are you also here to interview Doctor Zheng?" Wei Feng pretended not to see Tang Xiu's gaze. He said with a smile, "What a coincidence. We old colleagues meet again. But looking at you, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed later. "
"Didn't you not want to come? Why are you here? "Tang Xiu said coldly.
"That's true, but although I know he's just putting on a show, I really want to see what he'll say when the truth comes out." Wei Feng smiled and said, "I think he'll definitely say that it's a pity that he didn't win the Nobel Prize this year and that he'll work harder next year."
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