William Arthur Louis, Financial Times reporter. In the Pulitzer Prize selection a year ago, he was sent to East Asia by the Financial Times to East Asia because he was found to be faked.

Today, William received a "mission" from the headquarters - tracking and interviewed Dr. Zheng from the 912 Hospital.

According to the fax information sent by the headquarters, it is judged that Dr. Zheng is likely to win this year's Nobel Prize in Biology and Medicine.

This incident was originally a great thing for William. A Nobel Prize winner who emerged from the army could do a lot of work.

But he scoffed at it.

Wei Feng stood in William's office and looked down at the waves of the Huangpu River. He should have been broad-minded, but he was not in the mood.

After living in Haicheng, Wei Feng came to the Magic City. By chance, the Financial Times East Asia branch lacked staff, so Wei Feng came to apply for the job.

In the past, manuscripts of medical disputes became his stepping stone. Because of local collusion, such good articles that reported the "truth" could not be published, which became a high-sounding reason for him to enter the East Asia branch of the Financial Times.

This is what Wei Feng needs. Here, he can show his talent. Unlike in Haicheng, a "good" article that can attract social public attention has fallen into the sea.

"You are from Haicheng. I read your information. I have dealt with Dr. Zheng before?" William asked.

"Yes." Wei Feng said in a deep voice, "I am a conscientious journalist who exposes the dark side of society. Unfortunately, I have been subject to too much resistance."

Wei Feng carefully established a character for himself - a conscientious reporter, revealing the dark side of society.

He thinks the editor-in-chief of the Financial Times in East Asia should like it.

"Look at this task and tell me what you think." William did not move, leaned his back on the chair, and said lightly at the Huangpu River water outside the window.

Wei Feng's heart moved, suppressed his joy, and picked up the documents on the table.

He saw a familiar name - Zheng Ren!

Nobel Prize? He actually became a candidate for Nobel Prize nomination? It’s impossible. How could anyone win the Nobel Prize recommendation in Haicheng in a small land where birds do not shit?

Wei Feng's eyes were red when he was jealous.

After reading the interview request, his mind started to spin hard.

You cannot ruin a great job because of your subjective ideas. As an exquisite egoist, Wei Feng tries to avoid making such mistakes.

You must know what Editor William means, and then follow his ideas to conduct an interview.

Wei Feng was silent for nearly a minute, and suddenly heard William Youyou say: "Do you understand the process of the Nobel Prize?"

"Know a little bit." Wei Feng said in a deep voice. He tried his best to make his voice thick and magnetic. He thought of every detail and did not want to make mistakes because of a small problem.

"Tell me."

"Every October to December, the Nobel Prize Project will be recommended and the review period will be entered. Then, in October of the second year, the evaluation committee will notify the winners by phone a few hours before the announcement. December 10th of each year is the ceremony day for the Nobel Prize award."

"What do you think of this interview?" William held his cheek with his hands, and seemed to have not heard Wei Feng say anything, and asked Lei Ran.

"..." Wei Feng couldn't figure out what William meant. After entering the door, Editor William did not look at him at all. Not to mention judging his meaning from his eyes and body movements, even his tone did not fluctuate.

He is really a cunning and profound figure, and Wei Feng exclaimed in his heart.

"The candidates for the Nobel Prize are all in a confidential state, and the decryption period is fifty years." William said: "But Dr. Zheng, I briefly understand this. Since last year in Haicheng, there have been rumors that he has won the Nobel Prize recommendation."

Wei Feng was stunned for a moment.

"It is said that Haruki Murakami runs with him every year, and the list of Nobel Prize candidates is secret. Only the most unprofessional journalists will make such mistakes and report all kinds of sensational news." William said, "Now the stupid guys at the headquarters actually believe in rumors and don't even have the most basic professional qualities."

"You are right!" Wei Feng stood at attention without hesitation and affirmed William's statement.

Is it a confidential state? If this is the case, there will be not too many places that can do things in it, and a flame will burn in Wei Feng's heart.

"Although I didn't go to the interview, I considered this matter. There are several possibilities. The biggest possibility is that this doctor named Zheng Ren hyped it up by himself. The information records that he also publicly performed a live operation on a website. This is a person who is unwilling to be lonely and ordinary."

Wei Feng listened quietly, and he knew that the first thing he had to do was listen and listen to the judgment of this industry big shot.

"Your trial is to reveal the truth about this 'Nobel Prize candidate'. If you can come up with a manuscript that I am satisfied with, joining the company will not be a problem." William said with a smile.

Wei Feng felt a surge of passion in his heart, and he heard infinite hope from William's words. Being able to join the International Newspaper is simply a step ahead. It is probably because Editor-in-Chief William has a crush on him from Haicheng, and he is from the same city as Dr. Zheng, and has had dealing with him before.

Otherwise, such a big thing would not be left to yourself.

"Go, now you go to the hr to report, which is considered an internship stage." William said, "I look forward to your wonderful reports."

Wei Feng bowed deeply and clenched his fists tightly at an angle that William couldn't see.

If he hadn't maintained a sophisticated and cautious image, he would probably jump up and warmly celebrate his becoming an intern reporter.

Lord William is right! A shitty doctor, who is a young doctor from Haicheng First Hospital, why should I win the Nobel Prize?

As for the confidentiality of the candidates, Wei Feng believed it directly after hearing it. Since Lord William said that, it must be true. He just got a recommendation, so he couldn't wait to promote it.

This is hype, a thorough hype!

Wei Feng is very satisfied with this job. He can also give his old opponent a fatal blow, and can also enter the newspaper group, the best of both worlds!

He left William's office with a respectful attitude.

He turned his hand and kept bent down and closed the door respectfully. Then he straightened his waist.

Wei Feng's face was filled with the smile of the winner, and he strode towards the office of the Human Resources Department. As he walked faster and faster, Wei Feng felt that his feet were in full swing, and had exposed the ugly mask of Dr. Zheng and made his hype public.

What should I do? Academic fraud? This is the most powerful.

Every academic fraud and taking the opportunity to hype will arouse the emotions of the melon-eating crowd and cause an uproar.

This is a very good angle, and a smile appeared on the corner of Wei Feng's mouth.

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Note: Zhang Junping inexplicably traveled through time and became the great-grandson of Zhang Lingduo, the founding general of the Song Dynasty.

Zhang Junping, who regarded time travel as a game, began his gaming life in the Northern Song Dynasty.

Before I knew it, this Song Dynasty became different!

Zhang Junping, who realized it later, shouted, "Damn, I'm ruined Da Song!"
Chapter completed!