Forget it, forget it if you don’t get the Nobel Prize this year! Su Yun had already prepared for the worst. The probability of winning a prize for being recommended in the first year is very low. According to statistics, the probability is only 2.35%.
This probability is a bit ridiculously low. If it doesn't work this year, then next year. If it doesn't work next year, then the year after that. Su Yun comforted himself in his heart.
He blew a breath, his black hair fluttering in front of his forehead. Although he was prepared for the worst, he was still very uneasy in his heart.
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The interview team of Tang Xiu and Sun Zeli has been in a state of preparation.
Sun Zeli learned early in the morning through certain channels that today was the day when the Nobel Prize Review Committee would call to notify the Nobel Prize winners.
They were a little excited and excited. However, the Nobel Prize review committee is kept secret. Who will win the prize will only be revealed at the last minute.
In short, I still have to go to the hospital to watch. Regardless of whether I win the award or not, I still have to stay in the hospital until the truth comes out.
Carrying a spear and sprinting, squatting in the 912 hospital under the gaze of patients coming and going, not daring to neglect for a moment. It's just that today is more sensitive and there are so many colleagues, so they did not follow the medical team for personal recording.
There were quite a lot of colleagues today. Tang Xiu watched the Chinese and foreign colleagues coming and going who had also received the news. Everyone had the same idea in mind - to stay tuned for possible big news.
Lin Ge, the director of the Science and Education Department, and Li, the director of the Publicity Department, were also busy all day.
Lin Ge guarded Boss Zheng's side and tried his best not to let reporters interview Boss Zheng. Director Li of the Publicity Department prepared a large conference room and hundreds of large red envelopes. This is the most basic etiquette.
Facing the uncrowned king, 912 was very polite, friendly, and organized in its response.
Ringer kept persuading reporters to go to the large conference room and wait. The smile on his face lasted all day, but now it was a little stiff.
But he was still working hard. He knew Boss Zheng's temper. I usually don't want to go out to eat because I get annoyed when there are too many people. With so many unfamiliar reporters blocking the door, Lin Ge was afraid that Boss Zheng would go berserk.
If something really happens, it will be extremely difficult to appease so many news media.
It will definitely not be possible for him to come forward by himself at that time. Dean Yan will have to run back and forth to be able to suppress him.
Rather than that, it is better to do the work first and nothing happens.
Most of the reporters were persuaded to go to the conference room, but the two female reporters in front of them were really hard to persuade.
One is a fellow villager of Boss Zheng. He had done a special topic about Boss Zheng early in the morning. The other one is a reporter from the largest TV station in the country, and he recorded Boss Zheng during the earthquake relief work.
Lin Ge knew clearly what Boss Zheng's attitude was towards those comrades. The small equipment dealer who followed the pace has now become a sales ace. The one from the border town has also been transferred to the imperial capital and has a business establishment.
Lin Ge did not dare to offend this kind of person, who was closely related to Boss Zheng.
It was easy to talk and discuss, but Ringer's delicate tongue was almost broken. Let's present the facts and be reasonable. Everyone else has gone, and you are still guarding here with long guns and short cannons. No matter what, it's not good.
Tang Xiu and Sun Zeli stayed while the other interviewers went to the large conference room to wait. This was the result of the final compromise.
The media are very smart, and they have thought of everything Ringer can think of. Today, there were many people at the door of the interventional department. They were wearing plain clothes and walking around. From time to time, they answered the phone or whispered something using Bluetooth headsets.
There was nothing Ling Ge could do. This was how a place like a hospital was, and it couldn't be cleared. As long as you don't go to the doctor's office, no matter what, just turn a blind eye.
Time passed and it was almost time to get off work.
Normally, the time of phone notification should be around 5pm Imperial time. So at this time, I feel more nervous.
Sun Zeli and Tang Xiu are ready. If the results are not available after get off work, they will follow Boss Zheng home no matter what.
Today, even if I wipe out all the honor points accumulated in the past, I still have to enter the house.
They plan well and do their job very solidly. Recently, the two of them have become extremely close to Xie Yiren. Even if Boss Zheng is unhappy, he can still wait for news at home.
Tang Xiu was chatting with Xie Yiren, not daring to be a little negligent.
"Editor Tang, you are here too." A strange voice came.
Although she didn't see who it was, Tang Xiu knew from the voice that it must be Wei Feng. This guy's life has been unsatisfactory since the incident in Haicheng last year. He resigned and left Haicheng a few months ago, and his whereabouts have never been found.
I didn't expect to meet him here today.
Behind Wei Feng was an extremely capable team and several foreigners. Just because they came late doesn't mean they are unprofessional, but it means they have a clearer way to get information. Just come on time, there is no need to wait here early in the morning.
The man in the middle, Tang Xiu, looked familiar, but I couldn't remember who he was for the moment. The man was very arrogant, looking forward, with a look of impatience on his face.
Tang Xiu held his mobile phone and chatted with the Xie Yi people to keep the communication open while looking at the group of people carefully.
Wei Feng was thinner than before, with a slightly tired look on his face and a strange excitement. But seeing a sarcastic smile on his lips, Tang Xiu felt slightly angry.
But she didn't show it, instead she smiled back and said, "Wei Feng, where are you now?"
"Financial Times." After Wei Feng said this name, a sense of pride surged in his heart. The Financial Times, one of the top five major newspapers in the world, has suffered some decline under the impact of the Internet trend, but it is much better than other newspapers and magazines.
As for local tabloids like Haicheng Metropolis Daily, there is no comparison with international broadsheets.
"Congratulations." Tang Xiu said without any emotion.
"This time our editor-in-chief William came to interview Dr. Zheng in person. I said it was not necessary at all. Zheng Ren will not win the Nobel Prize." Wei Feng sneered.
Tang Xiu glared at Wei Feng, but still held back and did not cause a conflict.
"Editor Tang, are you also here to interview Dr. Zheng Renzheng?" Wei Feng pretended not to see Tang Xiu's eyes and said with a smile, "What a coincidence, our old colleagues met again. It's just the way I look at you. , I’m afraid I’ll be disappointed soon.”
"Don't you want to come? Why did you come here?" Tang Xiu said coldly.
"That's what I said, but although I know he is just showing off, I really want to see what he will say when the truth comes out in the end." Wei Feng said with a smile: "I think it will definitely be said that it is a pity not to be awarded the Nobel Prize this year. , I will work harder next year and so on.”