Chapter 2556: with translation of chapter title

2464 Really won the award! (Grandmaster Anxi Fennel extra chapter 1)

Vice President Yuan originally wanted to say a couple of things to him, but being so unsteady in front of the media, what kind of appearance is that?

But when he heard those three words "come out", his heart skipped a beat.

Could it be…

"What came out?" Vice President Yuan asked softly.

"Zheng Lao Ban, we won! The official website announced it!! Just announced the official news!!!" The staff member quickly ran to Vice President Yuan's side and handed over the phone.

After a brief silence in the meeting room, it immediately exploded.

Won the award?

Won the award!

Vice President Yuan's hand holding the phone was a bit stiff; he looked at the phone half-believing, half-doubting, needing to confirm seriously.

If this turns into a mistake, it'll be fucked up.

"Here, here." The staff member excitedly pointed at the screen with his finger, his voice trembling.

He knew that most of Vice President Yuan's group studied Russian, with few truly learning English. So he immediately explained: "The official website—I've been refreshing it, First Time! Official news!"

Vice President Yuan saw Zheng Ren's name, then asked in a low voice, "Are you sure it's the official Nobel Prize website?"

"Sure, sure." The staff member kept saying.

But Vice President Yuan didn't look at him; instead, he was speaking with Ye Qingqiu beside him. Ye Qingqiu immediately verified and nodded quickly.

At this point, the reporters in the meeting room had already taken out their phones, opened the official Nobel Prize website, and found the winners list.

Exclamations kept rising and falling like waves, with a few scattered claps mixed in; everyone was holding their phones, nobody had the mind to clap.

Holy crap, I didn't get a call, yet I won the award! This is basically what everyone present was thinking.

Some reacted quickly, immediately started calling superiors or assistants, wanting to issue a notice right away!

For such a big matter, in the internet age you can't be half a step ahead of others, but you also can't be too far behind.

Some, while making calls, thought, "The old days were better." Like after the Battle of Waterloo, someone seized the telegraph machine, causing information monopoly. If one could monopolize such big news, what future prospects would there be to speak of?

But in the internet age, such a thing absolutely cannot happen.

Vice President Yuan's hand holding the phone trembled slightly; he wanted to appear calm and composed, but his body honestly reflected the turmoil in his heart.

"Zheng Lao Ban is not bad." He said softly.

"Is Zheng Lao Ban still in surgery?" Ye Qingqiu suddenly asked in a low voice.

"Seems like it..." a person beside him answered hesitantly.

"Immediately confirm Zheng Lao Ban's location and have the security department send more personnel!" Ye Qingqiu said calmly.

Then he looked at Vice President Yuan and said, "President, let's go to the operating room with the media friends."

Vice President Yuan nodded, hands behind his back, turned to leave the meeting room. But his legs seemed to disobey, not moving with the twist of his upper body, rooted like a nail to the floor.

In a moment of inattention, Vice President Yuan stumbled.

"President, be careful." Ye Qingqiu quickly steadied Vice President Yuan, then glared at the little staffer beside him who was delivering the good news, saying, "Be sharp."

The little staffer also didn't expect Vice President Yuan to look composed and steady, yet his legs were useless, making his walk look like he'd had a stroke. He instinctively steadied the president's arm and nodded.

Watching Vice President Yuan leave the meeting room, Ye Qingqiu deliberately slowed his steps, took out his phone, and called Director Yan.

……

……

Director Yan had just finished packing his things, picked up the briefcase he had carried for over ten years, and prepared to leave the office.

Just as he reached the door, a sudden knocking sounded. The noise burst out, startling Director Yan.

His heart pounded, Director Yan was very unhappy. He took a deep breath, suppressed his inner fright, and said in a low voice, "Come in."

At the same time, Director Yan's phone rang.

"Hello?" Director Yan answered the phone.

"What? Are you sure!"

"Good!"

The director of the president's office pushed open the door, waited for Director Yan to finish the call, then excitedly said, "Director, the Nobel Prize website has announced the results, Zheng Lao Ban…"

"He won the award." Director Yan nodded, "Lin Ge is faster than you; from now on, do your work more meticulously."

Saying that, he opened the cabinet, put the briefcase inside, hung his outer coat in the cabinet, and changed into a brand-new White Coat.

"Where is Zheng Ren?"

"He should be in the Operating Room."

"Should be?" Director Yan strode out, his voice somewhat stern. As he walked, he took out his phone.

"Lin Ge? Where is Zheng Ren?"

"Okay, I'm coming right away."

Shou Bing was almost done; Lin Ge followed Zheng Ren all the way, reporting various conditions on site.

Then Director Yan's phone rang again; this time it was Ye Qingqiu calling.

Director Yan walked faster and faster, his White Coat flapping open, making a rustling sound in the night wind.

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……

A few Minutes ago, Tangxiu sat silently outside the Operating Room, feeling a bit lost, but she didn't leave.

Zheng Lao Ban must also be disappointed, right? At this time he needs care and comfort. Even if after Shou Bing he comes out and says a word of 'hard work', it would probably make him feel a bit better.

Moreover, Wei Feng sitting opposite her was utterly detestable; Tangxiu felt she needed to protect Zheng Lao Ban.

"I just looked at the company group; although I don't yet know who won the biology prize, I'm sure it's not that hypocrite." Wei Feng saw Tangxiu looking at him with eyes full of hostility, and sneered, "As a journalist, are you still using your preset stance to defend that hypocrite?"

He called Zheng Ren a hypocrite twice in a row, feeling especially relieved.

Soon, after Zheng Ren comes out, Wei Feng has already thought of the sharp, unavoidable question he will ask him.

Expose this hypocrite's mask, reveal his ugly face to the world! Although the Financial Times probably won't report it, Wei Feng believes such an "opinionated" piece will surely find a newspaper willing to take it.

To spark an argument, attract attention—this is very important.

"Are you still refreshing your phone? Even if you smashed your phone, you wouldn't get the message." Seeing Tangxiu constantly refreshing a webpage, Wei Feng said mockingly.

"You don't even understand the proper process—how did you even become editor-in-chief? Working under someone like you back then was truly a bad memory."

Suddenly, Wei Feng saw Tangxiu's body stiffen slightly; he felt his verbal attack was taking effect. It would be best if Tangxiu couldn't hold back and said something extreme.

He fingered the recorder in his pocket, secretly thinking, if that happened it would be too ideal. To round up his old enemies in one swoop—they're colluding, wolves in sheep's clothing—this headline would be even more shocking.

However, Tangxiu ignored him, instead picking up her phone to make a call.

What is she doing?

"Sister Sun, Zheng Lao Ban won the Nobel Prize!" Tangxiu's excited voice was like a knife slicing Wei Feng's ears, sharp pains, "Take a look at the official website!"

Wei Feng wondered, is he deceiving himself? How could that little doctor surnamed Zheng possibly win the Nobel Prize?

He took out his phone, full of suspicion, and found the Nobel Prize official website.

When he saw Zheng Ren's name suddenly appear under the biology and medicine prizes, Wei Feng felt a flash of light before his eyes, his vision blurring.