Tang Xiu felt that the matter was very troublesome. The chief editor of the Financial Times, Brother Yun, had physical contact with him. If he deliberately found fault with him, it would leave a huge hidden danger.
It was a pity that he did not win the Nobel Prize, but it was expected. Very few people successfully won the nomination on their first try. Otherwise, there would not be countless reporters waiting in front of Haruki Murakami's house every year.
However, if he offended the chief editor of the Financial Times, there would be even more trouble …
Before she had time to worry, she saw the chief editor's face turn even paler. He bowed slightly and said respectfully in a gentle and polite tone, "Madam Maris, it's a pleasure to meet you here."
"Leave this place as far as you can, or you'll regret coming here."
As he spoke, Maris, dressed in a black robe, slowly walked in. She was followed by a plainly dressed woman who held an ancient wooden box in her hand.
The voice came from behind the shadows, eerie and strange. She did not care about William and walked to the door of the office.
"Maris, what are you doing here?" Zheng Ren asked with a frown.
"Doctor Zheng, Brother Yun told me that he wants to use my ability to see the near future." Maris's voice came from the black robe, sending chills down one's spine.
"Nonsense, hurry up and go back," Zheng Ren said. "We have an emergency surgery here."
Su Yun was really good at using a crystal ball to see the future in the hospital. Should he wear a Taoist robe and use a peach wood sword to cast spells? Then there would be a ceremony like beheading a chicken or something.
"Doctor Zheng, do you really not want to see? It's not difficult for me. "The witch's voice became even more tempting.
However, Chief Zheng was immune to mental attacks and could not sense them.
"No," Zheng Ren said helplessly. Su Yun … was too lazy to talk to him. Zheng Ren had always respected and kept his distance from these strange things.
Chief Editor William was dumbfounded. The person in front of him should be the witch Maris. He had asked her for divination in the past.
However, her actions were mysterious and her whereabouts were erratic. The cost of each divination was sky-high. However, even if he did not care about how much money he spent, he might not be able to find her for divination.
Some rumors even said that she was cursed from hell.
Usually, Maris's divination was done through video, so no one knew where she was. But he had never expected that this mysterious witch would be in the Imperial City …
Was it really the witch Maris?
Editor-in-chief William was a little confused. If it had been somewhere else in Europe, he would have believed it. But this was the Imperial Capital, what was Maris doing here!
"Master told you to leave. Why aren't you leaving?" the woman behind Maris asked.
William was taken aback.
"William … You're William Arthur Louis from the Financial Times? Was the divination about the Pulitzer Prize last year? " The woman asked again, "Was it that your deception was not exposed, or did something happen that made you lose respect for your master?"
"It's me, dear madam." Editor-in-chief William broke out in a cold sweat. Not many people knew about this.
Of course, the witch Maris knew about it as well. Hearing the woman's words, he instantly confirmed that it was really Maris.
William hurriedly bowed deeply, paying his respects to Marise's back. He muttered a few words in a low voice before leaving in a panic.
The few members of the film crew were dumbfounded when they saw the chief editor 'running away' in a panic. They looked at each other and immediately followed William to leave.
Wei Feng was dumbfounded. It seemed that the entire script had been playing out according to his plan just a second ago.
Doctor Zheng Ren winning the Nobel Prize was fake. He had used emergency surgery to cover up his failure. Editor-in-chief William would definitely stand up and expose this fake hypocrite. The two sides would have a conflict, and in the end, the hypocrite would not be able to clean up and his reputation would be ruined!
He did not need to do anything. It was enough to just watch the joke.
With an internationally renowned media outlet coming forward to expose Zheng Ren's ugly face, in the future, he could play with him no matter how he wanted.
However, in the next second, the situation changed. Editor-in-chief William, who had always been arrogant, fled just because of a woman in a black robe!
This was simply ridiculous. Wei Feng's worldview was shattered, and he could no longer pick it up.
Lin Ge was speechless. What kind of people did Boss Zheng usually interact with? What was the background of this foreigner in a black robe? How did he scare away the Financial Times' East Asia chief editor with just one sentence?
However, this was also good. It saved him more trouble. It turned out that Su Yun was not young and impetuous. He had many trump cards in his hands. He had thought wrong.
Lin Ge was repeatedly reviewing his mistakes. His understanding of Boss Zheng was still not enough.
Tang Xiu glanced at Maris fearfully and subconsciously moved closer to Zheng Ren.
"Don't be afraid. She's one of my patients," Zheng Ren said. "Maris, we're busy here. You can go back first."
"I told you there's no need." Maris smiled and said, "Brother Yun is too nervous. However, only young people will value the interests of the world so much. This is a gift from our ancestors to young people. "
"Okay, I know. You can go back first. There's still an operation the day after tomorrow. You need to rest. "Zheng Ren's tone was already slightly impatient. He repeated what he said to Maris to go back first.
Maris understood the meaning behind Zheng Ren's words. She put her hands in front of her chest, bowed, and turned to leave.
When she passed by Wei Feng, Wei Feng felt as if there was a cold gaze looking at him from behind the black hood. Once again, he felt a bone-chilling chill, as if the black robe was wrapped in a large piece of ice.
He could not help but shiver and take a few steps back.
"There's an emergency surgery, so I can't entertain you," Zheng Ren looked at Tang Xiu and Sun Zeli and said apologetically.
"Boss Zheng, you're busy, you're busy," Sun Zeli said quickly.
She did not ask about the phone. It seemed that Boss Zheng had not received a call yet, so she did not want to add salt to the wound.
However, Boss Zheng seemed to be a little more powerful than she had imagined. Moreover, he was a little different from the slightly immature but determined young doctor in her memory during the earthquake relief.
In Sun Zeli's impression, Boss Zheng was still the image of the person who went deep into the center of the earthquake during the earthquake relief. Whether it was exploring the road in the freezing rain or walking deep into the center of the earthquake by the lake, the expression on his face had never changed.
But now … the arrogant chief editor of the Financial Times, William, had fled in front of him, a patient. However, she could not see that Boss Zheng had too much respect for that patient. It was as if he was talking to the most ordinary patient.
The young and immature him had inadvertently grown up.
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