William Arthur Lewis, Financial Times reporter. During the Pulitzer Prize selection a year ago, because he was found to have fabricated news, he was sent to East Asia by the Financial Times, which was considered a kind of exile-style punishment.
Today, William received a "mission" from the headquarters - to follow and interview Dr. Zheng from the 912 Hospital.
According to the fax information sent by the headquarters, it is judged that Dr. Zheng is likely to win this year's Nobel Prize in Biology and Medicine.
Originally, this matter was a great thing for William. A suddenly emerging Nobel Prize winner could do a lot.
But he scoffed at it.
Wei Feng stood in William's office, looking condescendingly at the Huangpu River passing by. He should have been broad-minded, but he was not in the mood.
After feeling frustrated in Haicheng, Wei Feng came to the Magic City. By chance, the East Asia branch of the Financial Times was short of manpower, and Wei Feng came to apply.
In the past, articles about medical disputes became a stepping stone for him. Due to local collusion, good articles reporting "the truth" could not be published, which became a high-sounding reason for him to join the East Asia branch of the Financial Times.
This is what Wei Feng needs, here he can show off his talents. Unlike in Haicheng, a "good" article that could arouse the attention of public opinion turned out to be nothing.
"You are from Haicheng. I looked at your information. Have you dealt with Dr. Zheng before?" William asked.
"Yes." Wei Feng said solemnly, "I am a conscientious reporter who exposes the dark side of society. Unfortunately, I have encountered too much resistance."
Wei Feng carefully established a persona for himself as a conscientious reporter, exposing the dark side of society.
He felt that the East Asia editor of the Financial Times should like it.
"Look at this task and tell me what you think." William said calmly without moving, leaning back on the chair and looking at the Huangpu River outside the window.
Wei Feng's heart moved, he suppressed his joy and picked up the documents on the table.
He saw a familiar name—Zheng Ren!
Nobel Prize? He actually became a candidate for Nobel Prize nomination? It’s impossible. How could anyone in a sleepy little place like Haicheng be recommended for the Nobel Prize
Burning with jealousy, Wei Feng's eyes turned red.
After reading the interview requirements, his mind started racing.
You cannot ruin an excellent job because of your own subjective thoughts. As a refined egoist, Wei Feng tries his best to avoid making such mistakes.
You must know what editor William means, and then conduct the interview according to his ideas.
Wei Feng was silent for nearly a minute, and suddenly heard William Youyou say: "Do you understand the process of the Nobel Prize?"
"You know a little bit about it." Wei Feng said in a deep voice, trying to make his voice as rich and magnetic as possible. He thought of every detail and didn't want to make a mistake just because of a small problem.
"Tell me about it."
"Every year from October to December, recommendations from various Nobel Prize projects will be accepted and the review period will begin. Then in October of the following year, a few hours before the announcement, the review committee will notify the winners by phone. Every year on December 10 Day is the ceremony day when the Nobel Prize is awarded.”
"What do you think about this interview?" William asked leisurely, his hand resting on his chin, seemingly not listening to what Wei Feng said.
"..." Wei Feng couldn't figure out what William meant. Editor William didn't even look at him since he walked in. Not to mention judging his meaning from his eyes and body movements, even his tone of voice did not fluctuate.
What a profound and important person in the city, Wei Feng admired in his heart.
"Nobel Prize candidates are kept secret, and the declassification period is fifty years." William said: "But I briefly learned about Dr. Zheng. Since last year, there have been rumors in Haicheng and the Imperial Capital that he has won the award. Recommended for the Nobel Prize.”
Wei Feng was startled.
"It is said that Haruki Murakami is running with him every year. The list of Nobel Prize candidates is kept secret. Only the most unprofessional reporters would make such mistakes and report all kinds of sensational news." William said, "Now the headquarters A bunch of stupid guys actually believed the rumors and didn't even have the most basic professional qualities."
"You're right!" Wei Feng stood at attention without hesitation and affirmed William's statement.
Is it confidential? If this was the case, there wouldn't be too much room for manipulation, and a fire burned in Wei Feng's heart.
"Although I didn't go for the interview, I have considered this matter. There are several possibilities. The most likely is that the doctor named Zheng Ren is hyping it up on his own. The information records that he also publicly broadcast live surgeries on a website. This is a 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 to listen to the judgment of this industry giant.
"Your trial is to reveal the truth about this 'Nobel Prize candidate'. If you can come up with a manuscript that satisfies me, getting hired will not be a problem." William said with a smile.
Wei Feng felt a surge of blood in his heart, and he heard infinite hope from William's words. Being able to join a major international newspaper is like a step to the top. Editor-in-Chief William probably took a fancy to the fact that he was from Haicheng, from the same city as Dr. Zheng, and he had dealt with him before.
Otherwise, such a big thing would not be done by myself.
"Go ahead, now you go to HR to report, it's considered the internship stage." William said, "I'm looking forward to your wonderful reports."
Wei Feng bowed deeply and clenched his fists tightly at an angle that William could not see.
If he didn't need to maintain a mature and prudent image, he would probably jump up at this moment and celebrate enthusiastically that he became a trainee reporter.
Lord William is right! Why should a bullshit doctor, a junior doctor from Haicheng City No. 1 Hospital, win the Nobel Prize
As for the confidentiality of the candidates, Wei Feng immediately believed it after hearing it. Since Sir William said so, it must be right. As soon as I got a recommendation, I couldn’t wait to spread the word.
This is hype, total hype!
Wei Feng was very satisfied with this job. He could deal a fatal blow to his old rival and enter the cross-border newspaper group. It was the best of both worlds!
He left William's office in a respectful manner.
He returned his hand to keep his bent posture, closed the door respectfully, and then straightened up.
Wei Feng's face was filled with a winner's smile, and he strode towards the office of the personnel department. Walking faster and faster, Wei Feng felt that the wind was blowing under his feet, and the ugly mask of Dr. Zheng had been blown away, and his hype was revealed to the public.
How to do? Academic fraud? This is the most powerful.
Every academic fraud and opportunity for hype will stir up the emotions of the masses and cause an uproar.
This was a very good angle, and a smile appeared on Wei Feng's lips.
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Note: Zhang Junping inexplicably traveled through time and became the great-grandson of Zhang Lingduo, the founding general of the Song Dynasty.
Zhang Junping, who regarded time travel as a game, began his game life in the Northern Song Dynasty.
Unknowingly, this Song Dynasty has become different!
Zhang Junping belatedly yelled, Damn it, Da Song Dynasty was ruined by me!
"The Damned Song Dynasty"