In the conference room, Director Li from the publicity department was chatting with the reporters.
He has a witty conversation and is familiar to various media outlets, especially because of his excellent memory. Even people who meet for the first time can clearly remember their names, and they can understand each other's temperament, likes and dislikes in just a few words.
When talking, the atmosphere is harmonious. Although he has waited for a long time, the mood of all the media is still stable. It cannot but be said that his ability to do things is very strong.
Director Li brushed off many tricky and weird questions and only talked about positive things. In fact, Director Li was very disdainful of those issues that always focused on negative situations.
What? You can win the Nobel Prize if you nominate in the first year. Do you think that the Nobel Prize is run by your family? Just take it!
What? Why didn't you win the Nobel Prize because there wasn't enough support within the academy? Can that thing be supported by a top tertiary hospital in China? Not even the top tertiary hospitals.
What? Is Boss Zheng not good enough? If his level is not good enough, your level is enough!
Many questions made Director Li feel dumbfounded, but he still had to explain patiently, with a gentle tone and a friendly attitude, leaving no excuses.
"Director Li, there is no news yet that Dr. Zheng Renzheng won the Nobel Prize in Biology and Medicine. Can you say a few words about this?" A reporter was irritated by the waiting, and his tone was a little impatient. He asked road.
Director Li glanced at him, with a gentle and reserved smile on his face. Although I wonder why a tabloid reporter would speak in such a bossy tone.
But the displeasure in his heart did not show, and he patiently explained.
"It's normal that he didn't win the Nobel Prize. After all, there are so many scientists at the same level. Boss Zheng is still young."
After finishing speaking, he saw that the reporter was about to speak again, so he paused and continued: "As one of the greatest scientists in modern times, Stephen Hawking has never won a Nobel Prize in his life. This is a pity. matter."
"Mr. Hawking's theory cannot be proven, so he cannot win the Nobel Prize in Physics." The young reporter said.
Seeing that the topic had been guided in the direction he needed, Director Li smiled slightly and said unhurriedly: "The project for which Einstein won the Nobel Prize was not the theory of relativity that would carry forward the past, but a small project for him. The photoelectric effect cannot be smaller, which has profound implications.
It can be seen from the experiences of these scientists that the Nobel Prize review still has its own set of logic. "
The young reporter was confused by Director Li's words in just a moment. He was unable to refute the vague and boundless rhetoric.
"And Mr. Hawking did not win the Nobel Prize, but it does not affect his status in the history of physics. In this regard, the Uri Physics Prize set by Mr. Yuri Milner holds the opposite argument to the Nobel Prize in Physics . The Urie Prize in Physics is mainly awarded to various conjectures, and from a secular perspective, the prize is 2.5 times the Nobel Prize. Mr. Hawking has no regrets."
The door to the conference room was always open. Reporters came in and out throughout the afternoon, making the place a little chaotic.
Director Li tried his best to deal with the media as he had learned throughout his life. As he was talking, he suddenly saw several familiar figures walking in from the door.
He stopped and looked sideways at his unbridled words that made people wet his mind without expressing any clear point of view at all.
It was Vice President Yuan and Director Ye Qingqiuye who came.
Director Li let out a long breath. The savior had come, and he finally no longer had to stand here and deal with it. He had consumed too much energy in the past few hours, and there were vague signs of hypoglycemia.
Be careful, for fear of saying the wrong thing and being caught in the end. This kind of thing is rare, but definitely not uncommon.
Director Li doesn't want to make a mistake on this kind of thing.
"Dean Yuan, you are here." Director Li greeted immediately, and then greeted Ye Qingqiu.
He asked Vice President Yuan for his opinion with his eyes, then clapped his hands and said, "Now, I would like to ask President Yuan to say a few words for everyone."
Vice President Yuan did not sit down on the rostrum, but came to his seat and said with a smile: "Thank you all friends from the media for your interest in Dr. Zheng's Nobel Prize project."
"Dean, what do you think about Dr. Zheng not winning the Nobel Prize?" A slightly sinister voice came from the back row.
Vice President Yuan smiled and said, "Did Dr. Zheng lose the election? I don't know about this yet. The list of selected candidates has not yet been announced on the website. We will know the specific conclusion later."
There is no unprincipled compromise in his words. In the end, the official news was not announced. Strictly speaking, it cannot be said that Boss Zheng was defeated. Vice President Yuan seized on a flaw in the other party's sentence and counterattacked mercilessly.
"But!" His voice was slightly louder, and the topic changed sharply.
"912's pursuit and efforts for the advancement of medical technology will never change, and its investment in technology and support for medical workers will never change. Regardless of whether Dr. Zheng wins the Nobel Prize or not, our hospital will continue to do so. Support him. If it doesn’t work for one year, it can last for two years. If it doesn’t work for two years, it can work for ten years. Dr. Zheng is not yet thirty years old and has a promising future."
Vice President Yuan particularly emphasized Zheng Ren's age, which not only showed that he was young and immature, but also showed that he had a bright future.
"Doctor Zheng doesn't come forward at this time. Isn't it a bit too much?" The reporter muttered quietly.
Vice President Yuan frowned, but it was just a slight movement and was immediately covered up.
Vice President Yuan has encountered a lot of media. If it weren't for some fixed prejudices, no media would ever question him like this in person.
He looked at the reporter sitting next to the back door and asked with a smile: "It seems that you are very sorry that Dr. Zheng did not win the Nobel Prize. I think so too."
"However, Dr. Zheng is performing emergency surgery and cannot communicate with media friends in time. I hope everyone can understand."
The unknown reporter did not continue to speak. He moved slightly and breathed impatiently.
Vice-President Yuan shook his head invisibly. Domestic reporters rarely waited on the Nobel Prize phone line. If Japanese reporters had been familiar with similar procedures, they wouldn't have so many complaints.
A sound of "咚~" came, interrupting Vice President Yuan's train of thought, and he looked a little unhappy.
A man ran in, but because he was going too fast, he failed to stop. His shoulder hit the door and he almost fell down.
Vice-President Yuan saw that he was a clerk at the publicity center. He didn't seem to notice that he almost fell. Instead, he held up his mobile phone in a weird posture and shouted, "Come out! Come out!!"