Chapter 2544: with translation of chapter title

Forget it, if we don't win the Nobel Prize this year then forget it! Su Yun has already made the worst plan. The probability of winning the award in the first year after being nominated is low; according to statistics, only 2.35% probability.

This low probability is somewhat absurd; if we can't make it this year, then next year; if not next year, then the year after; Su Yun comforts herself.

He blew out a breath, his black hair fluttering in front of his forehead; although he had already prepared for the worst, his heart remained uneasy.

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Tangxiu and Sun Zeli's interview team has remained in a state of readiness.

Sun Zeli had already learned through some channels early this morning that today is the day the Nobel Prize judging committee calls to notify the laureates.

They were somewhat excited and stirred. But the Nobel Prize judging committee is under secrecy; who will win will only be revealed at the last moment.

In any case, we still need to keep watch at the hospital; whether we win the award or not, we must stay at the hospital until the truth comes out.

Carrying long guns and making a short sprint, they kept watch in 912 Hospital amid the gazes of coming and going patients, not daring to be negligent for a moment. But today they are more sensitive, with many peers around, and they did not follow the Medical Team for close-up recording.

Today there are indeed many peers; Tangxiu watches as domestic and foreign peers who have received the same news come and go, everyone sharing the same thought—keeping watch for a possible big story.

As the head of the Science and Education Department, Lin Ge, and the head of the Publicity Department, Li Chuzhang, were also busy all day.

Lin Ge guarded Zheng Lao Ban's side, trying to prevent reporters from interviewing Zheng Lao Ban. The Publicity Department's Li Chuzhang prepared a large conference room and also prepared several hundred big red envelopes; this is the most basic courtesy.

Facing the uncrowned king, 912's response was still courteous, friendly, and well-ordered.

Lin Ge continually persuaded reporters to go to the large conference room to wait; the smile on his face was maintained all day, now it has become somewhat stiff.

But he is still making an effort; he knows Zheng Lao Ban's temperament. Usually he doesn't like going out to eat, and he gets annoyed when there are many people. With so many unfamiliar reporters blocking the entrance, Lin Ge fears Zheng Lao Ban might lose control.

If something really were to happen, trying to placate so many news media would be harder than reaching the heavens.

By then, it certainly wouldn't work for me to step forward; Director Yan would have to run back and forth to possibly keep things under control.

Rather than that, it would be better to have the work settled in advance; nothing happening is best.

The vast majority of reporters were persuaded to go to the conference room, but these two female reporters in front of us are genuinely hard to persuade.

One is Zheng Lao Ban's old fellow townsman, who had earlier done a special feature on Zheng Lao Ban. The other is a reporter from the nation's largest TV station, who had recorded Zheng Lao Ban's figure during the earthquake relief efforts.

Lin Ge knows clearly what attitude Zheng Lao Ban has toward those comrades-in-arms. The small equipment vendor who steps with a dong-die dong-die rhythm has now become a top seller, and the one from the border town has also been transferred to the imperial capital and gained a formal position.

Such people, those closely related to Zheng Lao Ban, Lin Ge dares not offend.

We've talked and negotiated, Lin Ge's silver tongue is about to wear out. Lay out the facts, reason it out—others have left, yet you still linger here with long guns and short cannons; there's no way this isn't bad.

Tangxiu and Sun Zeli stayed behind, while the other interview personnel went to the large conference room to wait; this is the result of the final compromise.

The media are all sharp as monkeys; whatever Lin Ge could think of, they also thought of. Today, many more people have gathered at the entrance of the Intervention Department, wearing plain clothes and walking back and forth, occasionally taking a call or whispering something into a Bluetooth earpiece.

Lin Ge also couldn't help it; a hospital is just like that—you can't clear the place. As long as you don't go to the doctors' offices, anything goes; just turn a blind eye.

Time passed, and it's almost time to get off work.

Normally, the phone notification should come around 5 p. m. Di Du time. So the closer it gets to that time, the more tense it becomes.

Sun Zeli and Tangxiu have already prepared themselves; if work ends and there's still no result, they will follow Zheng Lao Ban home no matter what.

Today, even if they exhaust all the honor they've accumulated so far, they must go home.

They have planned well, and their work is quite solid. Recently, the two have become extremely close with Xie Yiren; even if Zheng Lao Ban is displeased, they can wait for news at home.

Tangxiu was chatting casually with Xie Yiren, not daring to be the slightest bit negligent.

"Editor-in-chief Tang, you've come too," a sarcastic voice said.

Although she didn't see who it was, Tangxiu recognized the voice as definitely Wei Feng's. This guy has been unlucky ever since that incident in Hai Cheng last year; he quit his job and left Hai Cheng a few months ago, and his whereabouts have been unknown.

I never expected to run into him here today.

Behind Wei Feng was a team that looked extremely capable, along with a few foreigners. They arrived late, which doesn't mean they're unprofessional; rather, their information channels are clearer. They just timed their arrival—no need to wait here early.

The person in the middle looked somewhat familiar to Tangxiu, but she couldn't immediately recall who he was. He was arrogant, staring ahead, his face full of impatience.

Tangxiu held her phone, chatting casually with Xie Yiren to keep communications open, while carefully observing the group.

Wei Feng was slightly thinner than before, his face showing a bit of fatigue as well as unusual excitement. But seeing the hint of a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth, Tangxiu felt a faint anger.

But she didn't show it; instead she smiled and said, "Wei Feng, where are you working these days?"

"The Financial Times." Upon saying that name, a sense of pride welled up in him. The Financial Times, a newspaper ranked in the world's top five, has declined somewhat under the impact of the internet wave, but it's still far better than other newspapers and magazines.

As for the Hai Cheng Urban Paper, a local tabloid, it's simply not comparable to international major newspapers.

"Congratulations," Tangxiu said without any emotion.

"This time, our Editor-in-chief William personally came to interview Doctor Zheng; I'd say it's completely unnecessary, since Zheng Ren won't win the Nobel Prize," Wei Feng said with a cold laugh.

Tangxiu glared at Wei Feng, but she restrained herself, avoiding any conflict.

"Editor-in-chief Tang, are you also here to interview Zheng Ren and Doctor Zheng?" Wei Feng pretended not to see Tangxiu's gaze, smiling as he said, "What a coincidence, old colleagues meeting again. But I'm afraid you'll be disappointed soon."

"You didn't want to come, so why did you show up?" Tangxiu said coldly.

"That's how I put it, but although I know he's just putting on a show, I really want to see what he'll say when the truth finally comes out." Wei Feng laughed: "I'm sure he'll say something like, 'It's regrettable that he didn't win the Nobel Prize this year; he'll work harder next year.'"