Chapter 2660: line with translation of the chapter title

2561.2464 Really won the award! (Master Anxi Fennel extra chapter 1)

Vice President Yuan had wanted to say a few words to him, but being so unsteady in front of the media, what kind of look 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 award! 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 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 carefully.

If this kind of thing turns into a blunder, it'd 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 and again asked in a low voice, "Are you sure it's the Nobel Prize official website?"

"Sure, sure." The little 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 as quickly as possible.

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

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

Holy shit, I didn't get a call, how did I win the award! This is pretty much what everyone there was thinking.

Some reacted quickly, immediately started calling superiors or assistants to issue an announcement right away.

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.

Someone, while dialing, 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, would future prospects still need to be said?

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 inner mind.

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

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

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

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

Afterward he looked at Vice President Yuan and said, "Director, 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 not to obey, not moving with his torso's turn, rooted like a nail to the floor.

One moment of inattention, Vice President Yuan's body staggered.

"Director, be careful." Ye Qingqiu quickly steadied Vice President Yuan, then glared at the nearby little staffer delivering the good news, "Be sharp."

The little staffer also didn't expect that Vice President Yuan looked composed and steady, yet his legs were unusable, walking as if he'd had a stroke. He instinctively steadied the director's arm and nodded.

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

……

……

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

Just as he reached the door, urgent knocking sounded. The noise suddenly rang out, startling Director Yan.

His heart pounded, Director Yan was quite displeased. 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's office chief pushed the door open, waited for Director Yan to finish the call, then excitedly said, "Director, the Nobel Prize official website 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?" 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 is almost done; Lin Ge followed Zheng Ren all the way, reporting various conditions on site.

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

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

……

……

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; at this moment he needs care and comfort. Even if after Shou Bing he comes out and you say a word of hard work, it would probably make him feel a bit better.

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

"I just checked the company group; although I don't yet know who won the biology prize, it's definitely not that hypocrite." Seeing Tangxiu look at him with eyes full of hostility, Wei Feng sneered, "As a reporter, are you still using your preset stance to defend that hypocrite?"

He twice called Zheng Ren a hypocrite, feeling especially satisfied.

Soon, when Zheng Ren comes out, Wei Feng already has in mind the sharp, unavoidable question he wants to ask him.

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

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

"Still checking your phone? Even if you smashed your phone, you wouldn't see the message." Wei Feng saw Tangxiu constantly refreshing a webpage and said mockingly.

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

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

He fingered the recorder in his pocket, secretly thinking that would be too ideal. To round up his old enemies in one swoop—they're thick as thieves, in cahoots—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 has won the Nobel Prize!" Tangxiu's excited voice sounded like a knife slicing Wei Feng's ears, sharp pains repeatedly, "Take a look at the official website!"

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

Full of suspicion, he took out his phone and found the Nobel Prize official website.

At the moment he saw Zheng Ren's name prominently listed under the biology and medicine prizes, Wei Feng felt a blinding flash before his eyes, his vision slightly blurred.