Vice-President Yuan originally wanted to say a few words to him. What would it look like to be so unstable in front of the media
But when he heard these three words, he was startled.
Could it be...
"What came out?" Vice President Yuan asked softly.
"Boss Zheng, I won the award! It was announced on the official website!! The official news just announced!!!" The clerk quickly ran to Vice President Yuan and handed over the phone.
After a brief silence in the conference room, things exploded.
Won an award
Won a prize!
Vice President Yuan's hand holding the phone was a little stiff. He looked at the phone dubiously to make sure.
It would be screwed if something like this happened out of nowhere.
"Here, here." The clerk tapped the screen with his finger excitedly, his voice trembling.
He knew that most of Vice-President Yuan's group were learning Russian, but few were actually learning English. So he immediately explained: "Official website, I have been refreshing it, the first time! Official news!"
Vice President Yuan saw Zheng Ren's name and asked in a deep voice, "Are you sure this is the official Nobel Prize website?"
"OK, sure." The clerk kept saying.
But Vice President Yuan didn't look at him, but was talking to Ye Qingqiu next to him. Ye Qingqiu checked it immediately and nodded as quickly as possible.
At this time, the reporters in the conference room had already taken out their mobile phones to open the official Nobel Prize website and found the list of winners.
The exclamations kept ringing out, like a tide, one after another. The exclamations were mixed with a few sparse applause, everyone was holding their mobile phones, who wanted to applaud.
What a shame, I didn’t receive a call, why did I win the prize? This is what almost everyone present is thinking.
Some people react quickly and immediately start calling their superiors or assistants to make an announcement immediately!
For such a big event, in the Internet age, we can't be half a step ahead of others, but we can't be too late either.
Some people are thinking while making calls, it's better than before. For example, after the Battle of Waterloo, someone occupied the telegraph machine, resulting in exclusive access to information. If the super can only enjoy such big news, then what's the future
But in the Internet age, this kind of thing is absolutely impossible to happen.
Vice President Yuan's hand holding the phone was shaking a little. He wanted to appear calm and composed, but his body honestly reflected the turmoil in his heart.
"Boss Zheng is good." He said softly.
"Is Boss Zheng still operating?" Ye Qingqiu suddenly asked in a deep voice.
"It seems..." A person next to him replied hesitantly.
"Immediately determine Boss Zheng's location and ask the security department to send additional manpower!" Ye Qingqiu said calmly.
Then he looked at Vice President Yuan and said, "President, let's go to the operating room with our friends from the media."
Vice President Yuan nodded, put his hands behind his back, and turned to leave the conference room. But his legs seemed to be out of control. They did not move with the rotation of his upper body and were stuck to the ground like nails.
Without paying attention, Vice President Yuan staggered.
"Dean, be careful." Ye Qingqiu quickly supported Vice Dean Yuan, then glared at the little clerk beside him who announced the good news, "Be smart."
The young clerk also didn't expect that Vice President Yuan looked calm and steady, but he couldn't use his legs and feet, and he looked like he had a cerebral infarction when he walked. He subconsciously supported the director's arm and nodded.
Seeing Vice President Yuan leave the conference room, Ye Qingqiu deliberately slowed down and took out his mobile phone to call President Yan.
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Dean Yan had just packed his things and picked up the briefcase he had carried with him more than ten years ago to leave the office.
As soon as he reached the door, there was a rapid knock on the door. The sound suddenly sounded, startling Dean Yan.
His heart was pounding, and Dean Yan was very unhappy. He took a deep breath, suppressed the fright in his heart, and said in a deep voice, "Come in."
At the same time, Dean Yan's cell phone rang.
"Hello?" Dean Yan answered the phone.
"What? Are you sure!"
"good!"
The director of the dean's office opened the door, waited for dean Yan to finish the call, and said excitedly: "Dean, the official Nobel Prize website has announced the results, Boss Zheng..."
"You won the prize." Dean Yan nodded, "Linge is faster than you, so work more carefully in the future."
As he spoke, he opened the cabinet, put his briefcase in, hung his coat in the cabinet, and put on brand new white clothes.
"Where is Zheng Ren?"
"It should be in the operating room."
"Should?" Dean Yan strode out, his voice a bit cold. As he walked, he took out his mobile phone.
"Linger? Where is Zheng Ren?"
"Okay, I'll be there right away."
The operation was almost finished, and Lin Ge followed Zheng Ren all the way, reporting various situations on the spot.
Then Dean Yan's cell phone rang again, this time it was Ye Qingqiu.
Dean Yan walked faster and faster, his white clothes spread across his arms, making a sound in the night wind.
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A few minutes ago, Tang Xiu was sitting silently outside the operating room. She was a little disappointed, but she didn't leave.
Boss Zheng must also be very disappointed. At this time, he needs care and comfort. Even if you come out after the operation and say thank you for your hard work, it should make him feel better.
Moreover, Wei Feng sitting opposite him was so annoying that Tang Xiu felt that he had to protect Boss Zheng at this time.
"I just watched the company's group chat. Although I don't know the winner of the biology award yet, he is definitely not that hypocrite." Wei Feng saw Tang Xiu looking at him with a hostile look and sneered, "As a reporter, Are you still using your default position to defend that hypocrite?"
He used two hypocrites in succession to describe Zheng Ren, and felt particularly relieved.
After a while, when Zheng Ren came out, Wei Feng had already thought of any sharp and unavoidable questions he wanted to ask him.
Puncture this hypocrite's mask and expose his ugly face to the public! Although the Financial Times would not report it, Wei Feng believed that there would be newspapers willing to get such an "attitude" article.
It's important to spark debate and attract attention.
"Still refreshing your phone? Even if you max out your phone, you still won't get any messages." Wei Feng said sarcastically when he saw Tang Xiu constantly refreshing a web page.
"I don't even understand the formal process. How did you get into the position of editor-in-chief? Working under someone like you at that time is really a very bad memory."
Suddenly, Wei Feng saw Tang Xiu's body sluggish slightly, and he felt that his verbal offensive had an effect. It would be best if Tang Xiu couldn't bear it anymore and said something radical.
He touched the voice recorder in his pocket and thought to himself that that would be ideal. The title seems to be even more shocking as it brings together all the old enemies. They are collaborating and working together.
However, Tang Xiu ignored him, instead picked up the phone and made a call.
what is she doing
"Sister Sun, Boss Zheng won the Nobel Prize!" Tang Xiu's surprised voice was like a knife cutting into Wei Feng's ears, causing bursts of pain. "Take a look at the official website!"
Wei Feng wondered, was he lying to himself? How could that little doctor named Zheng win the Nobel Prize
He took out his cell phone suspiciously and found the official Nobel Prize website.
The moment he saw Zheng Ren's name listed under the Biology and Medicine Prize, Wei Feng felt that his eyes were filled with light and his eyes were a little dazzled.