Chapter 2659: with translation of the chapter title

2560.2463 It's out! It's out! (Alliance Leader Jiangnan Chunjiang Shui extra chapter 1)

In the meeting room, Li Chuzhang of the publicity department and the reporters were chatting casually.

He spoke humorously, and all media outlets were familiar with him, especially his extraordinary memory. Even someone meeting him for the first time would clearly remember his name, and with just a few sentences they could get a sense of the other person's temperament, likes and dislikes.

When he spoke, he catered to others' preferences, and the atmosphere in conversation was fairly harmonious. Although they had waited a long time, the mood of all the media remained relatively stable; it cannot be denied that his ability to handle affairs is strong.

Many tricky and odd questions were brushed off by Li Chuzhang, who only spoke about positive, uplifting matters. In fact, that was indeed the case; Li Chuzhang looked down on those questions that kept their eyes fixed on negative situations.

What? You think you can win the Nobel Prize just by being nominated in the first year? Do you think the Nobel Prize is something your family runs, that you can just say you'll get it and get it!

What? Not winning the Nobel Prize is due to insufficient support from the institute? A domestic tertiary hospital could support that? Even a top-tier tertiary hospital couldn't.

What? Zheng Lao Ban's level isn't enough? If his level isn't enough, then yours is enough!

Many questions made Li Chuzhang feel both amused and exasperated, but he still had to patiently explain, with a gentle tone and friendly attitude, leaving no opening.

"Li Chuzhang, there's still no news that Zheng Ren, Doctor Zheng, has won the Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine; could you say a few words about that?" a reporter, feeling impatient, asked with a slightly annoyed tone.

Li Chuzhang glanced at him, his face showing a gentle, restrained smile. Although he thought, as a tabloid reporter, what right did he have to speak in such a commanding tone?

But his inner displeasure did not show; he still patiently explained.

"Not winning the Nobel Prize is quite normal, after all there are many scientists of the same caliber, and Zheng Lao Ban is still young."

After saying that, seeing the reporter about to speak again, he paused and continued: "As one of modern science's greatest figures—Stephen Hawking never won a Nobel Prize in his lifetime, which is regrettable."

"Mr. Hawking's theory cannot be verified, which is why he couldn't win the Nobel Prize in Physics," the little reporter said.

Li Chuzhang saw the topic had been steered toward the direction he needed, so he smiled faintly and said calmly: "The item for which Einstein won the Nobel Prize was not the groundbreaking theory of relativity, but the photoelectric effect, which to him was as small as could be; this carries deep meaning."

From the experiences of these scientists, it can be seen that the Nobel Prize judges still have their own logic.

That little reporter was instantly confused by Li Chuzhang; the vague, boundless remarks left him unable to rebut.

"Moreover, Mr. Hawking not winning the Nobel Prize does not affect his standing in physics history. In this regard, the Yuri Physics Prize established by Mr. Yuri Milner holds the opposite view to the Nobel Prize in Physics. The Yuri Physics Prize is mainly awarded for various conjectures, and from a worldly perspective, its prize money is 2.5 times that of the Nobel Prize, so Mr. Hawking has no regrets."

The meeting room door stayed open all afternoon; reporters came and went, leaving the place a bit chaotic.

Li Chuzhang was using everything he'd learned to deal with the media, and just as he was getting into the flow, he suddenly saw several familiar figures walk in through the door.

He stopped his rambling, unfocused speech that lacked any clear point and left people bewildered, and turned his head to look.

It was Vice President Yuan and Director Ye Qingqiu who had arrived.

Li Chuzhang let out a sigh of relief; the savior had arrived, and he finally didn't have to stand here just going through the motions. These few hours had drained too much of his energy, and he was beginning to show signs of low blood sugar.

He was careful, afraid that a single misspoken word would give someone a handle to hold against him. Such incidents aren't common, but they're certainly not rare.

Li Chuzhang didn't want to make a mistake in such matters.

"Director Yuan, you've arrived," Li Chuzhang greeted immediately, then exchanged greetings with Ye Qingqiu.

He sought Vice President Yuan's opinion with his gaze, then clapped and said, "Please let Director Yuan say a few words."

Vice President Yuan didn't go up to the presidium to sit; instead, he came to the seats, smiled, and said, "Thank you, media friends, for your concern about Doctor Zheng's Nobel Prize nomination."

"Director, what's your view on Doctor Zheng not winning the Nobel Prize?" a slightly sinister voice came from the back rows.

Vice President Yuan chuckled, "Has Doctor Zheng been rejected? I haven't heard about this yet. The website hasn't posted the list of winners, so we'll know the specific conclusion later."

His words hid a barb, with no unprincipled compromise. Since the official announcement hadn't been made, strictly speaking one couldn't say Zheng Lao Ban had been rejected; Vice President Yuan seized a loophole in the other's wording and struck back mercilessly.

"However!" his voice rose a little, and his tone shifted sharply.

"912's pursuit and effort in advancing medical technology will never change; our investment in technology and support for medical workers will never change. Whether Doctor Zheng can win the Nobel Prize or not, our institute will continue to support him as always. If one year doesn't work, we can try two years; if two years don't work, we can try ten years. Doctor Zheng is still under thirty, and his future is promising."

Vice President Yuan specially emphasized Zheng Ren's age, indicating both his youth and immaturity, and from another angle showing his great potential.

"At this point, isn't Doctor Zheng avoiding public appearances a bit too much?" the reporter muttered quietly.

Vice President Yuan furrowed his brows, but it was only a slight gesture, quickly concealed.

As for the media, Vice President Yuan had encountered them often; were it not for some fixed preconceptions, the media would never have dared to question him to his face like this.

He looked at the reporter sitting by the back door, smiled, and asked, "It seems you regret that Doctor Zheng didn't win the Nobel Prize; I feel the same way."

"However, Doctor Zheng is performing emergency surgery and can't communicate with the media in a timely manner; we hope everyone will understand more."

The unnamed reporter didn't continue speaking; he shifted slightly and let out an impatient yawn.

Vice President Yuan shook his head unnoticed; domestic reporters basically have never staked out for the Nobel Prize call, whereas if foreign reporters were already familiar with such procedures, there wouldn't be so many complaints.

A "dong~" sound came over, interrupting Vice President Yuan's train of thought; he looked over, somewhat displeased.

A person ran in, but moving too fast, couldn't stop in time, his shoulder hit the door, and he nearly fell over.

Vice President Yuan saw that it was a staff member from the publicity department; he seemed not to have noticed his near fall, and instead held up his phone in a strange posture, shouting loudly, "It's out! It's out!!