Tang Xiu felt that the matter was very troublesome. The editor-in-chief of the Financial Times, Brother Yun, had physical contact with him. This would leave a lot of hidden dangers if someone deliberately seeks trouble.
Although it is a bit regretful that I did not win the Nobel Prize, it was expected. It’s rare for someone to get nominated successfully for the first time, otherwise there wouldn’t be countless reporters waiting in front of Haruki Murakami’s house every year.
But if I offend the editor-in-chief of the Financial Times, I'm afraid there will be even bigger trouble...
Before she had time to worry, she saw Editor William's face getting paler. He bent slightly and said in a gentle and polite tone, "Ms. Maris, it's a pleasure to meet you here."
"Leave here as far away as possible, otherwise you will regret ever coming here."
Amid the words, Maris in black robe slowly walked in, followed by a plainly dressed woman, holding an old wooden box in her hand.
The voice came from behind the shadows, eerie and eerie. She didn't pay attention to William, but walked to the door of the office.
"Marys, 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." Maryse's voice came out from the dark robe, making people shudder.
"Nonsense, go back quickly." Zheng Ren said, "We have emergency surgery here."
Su Yun is really weird. If he uses a crystal ball to see the future in the hospital, should he wear a Taoist robe and hold a peach wood sword to cast spells? Another ritual of beheading a chicken or something.
"Doctor Zheng, don't you really want to take a look? It's not difficult for me." The voice of the witch Maryse became more seductive.
However, Boss Zheng is immune to mental attacks and has no sense at all.
"I don't want to." Zheng Ren said helplessly. Su Yun... I'm too lazy to talk about him. Zheng Ren has always respected and stayed away from these strange things.
Editor William was dumbfounded. The person in front of him seemed to be the witch Maryse. He had also sought divination from her before.
It's just that she acts mysteriously and her whereabouts are erratic, and the cost of each divination is sky-high. But even if you don't care how much money you spend, you may not be able to find someone if you want to ask her for divination.
Some circulating legends even say that she is cursed from hell.
Generally, Maris's divination is done through video, and no one knows where she is. But what I never expected was that this mysterious witch was actually in the imperial capital...
Is she really the witch Maryse
Editor-in-chief William was a little confused. If it were somewhere in Europe, he would have believed it. But this is the imperial capital, what is Maris doing here!
"The master asked you to leave, why haven't you left yet?" the woman behind Marys asked.
William was startled.
"William...are you William Arthur Lewis from the Financial Times? Did you tell anything about the Pulitzer Prize in divination last year?" The woman asked again, "Did your fraud not be exposed or was there an accident that made you Lost respect for the master.”
"It's me, dear lady." Editor William suddenly broke into a cold sweat. Not many people knew about this matter.
Of course, the witch Maryse also knew. Hearing what the woman said, he was instantly sure that it was really Maryse.
William quickly bowed deeply, saluted Marys's back, mumbled a few words in a low voice and left in panic.
Several members of the film crew were dumbfounded when they saw the editor "escaping" in a hurry. They asked each other with their eyes, and immediately left behind William.
Wei Feng was stunned. It seemed that just a second ago, the entire script was being performed according to his own design.
The fact that Dr. Zheng Ren won the Nobel Prize was false. He used emergency surgery to cover up his failure. And Editor-in-Chief William will definitely stand up and expose this false hypocrite, and the two sides will have conflicts. In the end, the hypocrite will not be able to end it, and his reputation will be ruined!
You don't have to do anything while standing aside, just watching the jokes is enough.
A well-known international media came forward to expose Zheng Ren's ugly face. From now on, I will beat him up and kill him in any way I want.
But in the next second, the situation suddenly changed. Editor-in-chief William, who has always had his eyes set above his head, ran away just because of a woman wearing a black robe!
This was simply ridiculous. Wei Feng's three views were shattered to pieces and could never be picked up again.
Lin Ge was speechless. What kind of people did Boss Zheng usually come in contact with? Where did this foreigner in black robe come from? How could the East Asia editor of the Financial Times be scared away with just one sentence
But this is good, it saves more trouble. It turned out that Su Yun was not young and vigorous, but had many trump cards in his hand, but he thought wrongly.
Lin Ge was repeatedly reviewing his mistakes, and he still didn't know enough about Boss Zheng.
Tang Xiu glanced at Maris with some fear, and subconsciously moved towards Zheng Ren.
"Don't be afraid, she is one of my patients." Zheng Ren said, "Maris, we are busy here, you should go back first."
"I just said no." Maris smiled and said: "Brother Yun is too nervous. But only young people will take the interests of the world so seriously. This is a gift given to young people by our ancestors."
"Yes, I understand. You should go back first. There will be surgery the day after tomorrow, and you need to rest." Zheng Ren's tone was already a little impatient, and he repeated his words to ask Mary to go back first.
Maris heard the meaning of Zheng Ren's words, put her hands on her chest, made a courtesy and turned around to leave.
When passing by Wei Feng, Wei Feng felt that there seemed to be a cold gaze looking at him from behind the black hood. He felt cold to the bone again, as if the black robe was wrapped in a large piece of ice.
He shuddered involuntarily and took a few steps back.
"There is an emergency surgery, so I can't greet you." Zheng Ren looked at Tang Xiu and Sun Zeli and said a little apologetically.
"Boss Zheng, you are busy, you are busy." Sun Zeli said quickly.
She didn't ask about the phone call. It seemed that Boss Zheng hadn't received the call yet, so she shouldn't rub salt into the wound.
It's just that Boss Zheng seems to be a little more powerful than he thought, and he is a little different from the young doctor who was a little green and immature but had a determined look in his memory during the earthquake relief work.
In Sun Zeli's impression, Boss Zheng is still the same image that went deep into the epicenter of the earthquake when we worked together to provide disaster relief. Whether he was exploring the road in freezing rain or walking deep into the epicenter of the earthquake while walking beside a barrier lake, the expression on his face never changed.
But now... William, the arrogant editor-in-chief of the Financial Times, fled in front of one of his patients, but he couldn't see that Boss Zheng had too much respect for that patient, as if he was talking to the most ordinary patient.
He was young and immature, but he grew up inadvertently.