Chapter 2648: then translation of title line (which is line [1]

2549.2452 Gathering (Alliance Leader Wind and Sand Filling the Sky Dance Extra Update 2)

Forget it, if we don't get the Nobel Prize this year then forget it! Su Yun has already made the worst plan. The probability of winning the award upon first-year nomination is low, according to statistics only 2.35%.

This low probability is somewhat absurd; if it really doesn't work out this year, then next year, if next year doesn't work, then the year after, Su Yun comforted himself.

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 that today is the day the Nobel Prize judging committee calls to notify the laureates.

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

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

Carrying guns, they kept watch in 912 Hospital amid the gazes of coming and going patients, not daring to relax 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 also got the 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 Li Chuzhang, head of the Propaganda Department, were also busy all day.

Lin Ge stood guard on Zheng Lao Ban's side, trying as much as possible not to let reporters interview Zheng Lao Ban. Li Chuzhang of the Propaganda Department prepared a large conference room and also prepared several hundred big red envelopes, which 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 and wait; the smile on his face had been maintained all day, now it has become somewhat stiff.

But he is still trying; he knows Zheng Lao Ban's temper. Usually he doesn't like to go out to eat, and gets annoyed when there are many people. With so many strange reporters blocking the door, Lin Ge fears Zheng Lao Ban will lose control.

If something really happens, trying to calm so many news media would be harder than reaching the sky.

By then, it definitely won't work for me to step forward; Director Yan would have to run around back and forth to possibly suppress it.

Rather than that, it's better to keep work in mind; nothing happening is best.

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

One is Zheng Lao Ban's fellow townsman, who did an early special on him; the other is a reporter from the country's largest TV station, who recorded Zheng Lao Ban's image during the Earthquake Relief.

Zheng Lao Ban's attitude toward those comrades-in-arms, Lin Ge knows in his heart. The small equipment vendor stepping with a thump thump gait has now become a top salesperson; that person from the remote small town has also been transferred to Di Du and gained a professional position.

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

Good talk, good negotiation, Lin Ge's three-inch unrotting tongue is about to break. Lay out the facts and reason; others have all gone, but you still bring long and short guns here to guard—how could it not be bad?

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

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

Lin Ge also has no choice; a hospital is like this, you can't just clear the area. As long as you don't go to the doctors' offices, anything goes—just turn a blind eye.

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

Normally, the phone notification time should be around 5 in the Evening Di Du time. So the closer it gets to this time, the more tension.

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

Today, even if they use up all the honor they've accumulated before, they must enter the home.

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

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

"Editor-in-chief Tang, you've come too." A weird, sarcastic voice came.

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

I didn't expect to run into him here today.

Behind Wei Feng was a team that looked extremely capable, plus several foreigners. They arrived late, which doesn't mean they aren't professional; rather, their information channels are clearer. They just came on time; there's no need to wait here early.

The person in the middle seemed somewhat familiar to Tangxiu, but he couldn't recall who it was at the moment. That person was arrogant, staring ahead, his face full of impatience.

Tangxiu held his phone, chatting casually with Xie Yiren to keep communication open, while carefully sizing up this group.

Compared to before, Wei Feng is slightly thinner, his face shows a bit of Fatigue and unusual excitement. But seeing the hint of a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth, Tangxiu felt slightly angry.

However, she didn't show it, instead she smiled and said, "Wei Feng, where are you doing well now?"

"Financial Times." Wei Feng said the name, and a surge of pride rose in his heart. Financial Times, a world Rank top-five newspaper, although somewhat declined under the impact of the internet wave, is still much better than other newspapers and magazines.

As for Hai Cheng's Urban Report, this kind of local small paper, it simply cannot be compared with international major newspapers.

"Congratulations." Tangxiu said without any emotion.

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

Tangxiu glared at Wei Feng, but still held back, avoiding Conflict.

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

"You didn't want to come, so why did you come over?" 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 comes out." Wei Feng laughed: "I'm sure he'll say something like, 'It's regrettable that we didn't win the Nobel Prize this year; we'll work harder next year.'"