Tang Xiu felt that things were very troublesome. Yun Ge'er, the editor-in-chief of the Financial Times, had physical contact with him. If he deliberately found faults, it would leave a big hidden danger.

Although it was a bit regretful that the Nobel Prize was not won, it was expected. Few people got it successfully when they were nominated for the first time, otherwise countless reporters would not have been there at the door of Haruki Murakami's house every year.

But if you get the editor-in-chief of the Financial Times, you will probably have a bigger problem...

Before she could worry, she saw that Editor William's face turned paler. He bent over slightly and said respectfully in a gentle and polite tone: "Ms. Marys, I'm glad to meet you here."

"The farther you leave here, the better, otherwise you will regret being here."

Amid the sound of words, Maris in a black robe walked in slowly, and a simple woman was followed by her, holding an old wooden box in her hand.

The sound came from behind the shadows, gloomy and weird. She didn't care about William, but walked to the door of the office.

"Marys, what are you doing?" Zheng Ren asked with a frown.

"Doctor Zheng, Brother Yun told me that he wanted to use my ability to see the near future." Marys's voice came from the black robe, which was chilling.

"Nonsense, go back quickly." Zheng Ren said, "We have emergency surgery here."

Su Yun is really a mess. He uses crystal balls to see the future in the hospital. Should he wear a Taoist robe and hold a peach wood sword to cast spells? Another ceremony of killing the chicken's head.

"Doctor Zheng, don't you really want to see it? It's not difficult for me." The witch Maris' voice became even more tempting.

However, Boss Zheng is immune to mental attacks and has no perception.

"I don't want to." Zheng Ren said helplessly. Su Yun... is too lazy to talk about him. Zheng Ren has always been respectful and distant about these strange and powerful things.

Editor-in-chief William was stunned. The person in front of him seemed to be the witch Maris. He had also asked her for divination before.

But she acts mysteriously and has a vague whereabouts. The cost of each divination is sky-high. But even if she doesn't care how much money she spends, she may not be able to find someone if she wants to find her.

In some legends, she even said that there was a curse from hell on her.

Generally, Maris divination is done through videos, and no one knows where she is. But what he never expected is that this mysterious witch was actually in the imperial capital...

Is it really Marys the witch?

Editor-in-chief William was a little confused. If he had changed to somewhere in Europe, he would have believed it. But this is the imperial capital, what is Maris doing here!

"The master asked you to leave, why didn't you leave?" asked the woman behind Marys.

William was stunned for a moment.

"William... Are you William Arthur Louis of the Financial Times? Is there anything about the Pulitzer Prize last year?" The woman asked again, "Is your fraud not revealed or something unexpected happened that made you lose respect for your master."

"It's me, respected lady." Editor-in-chief William broke out in a cold sweat, and not many people knew about this.

Of course, the witch Marys also knew. He heard from the woman that, and he was instantly sure that it was true Marys.

William quickly bowed deeply, saluted Marys's back, said a few words in a low voice and left in panic.

Several members of the film crew were stunned when they saw the editor-in-chief "escape" in a hurry. They asked each other with their eyes and immediately followed William away.

Wei Feng was stunned. It seemed that the entire script was still being staged as he designed it in the last second.

The fact that Dr. Zheng Ren won the Nobel Prize is fake. He used emergency surgery to cover up his failure. Editor William will definitely stand up and expose this false hypocrite. The two sides have a conflict. In the end, the hypocrite cannot end and his reputation is discredited!

You have to stand aside and do nothing, just watching jokes is enough.

An internationally renowned media came forward to expose Zheng Ren's ugly face. In the future, he beat the dog in the water and would kill him as he pleased.

But the next second, the situation suddenly changed. Editor-in-chief William, who has always been above his gaze, fled in panic just because of a woman in a black robe!

This is simply ridiculous. Wei Feng's three views were broken and he could never pick them up again.

Linge was speechless. Who do Boss Zheng usually comes into contact with? What is this foreigner wearing a black robe? How could he scare away the editor-in-chief of the Financial Times East Asia in just one sentence?

But this is good, and it saves more trouble. It turns out that Su Yun is not young and energetic, but he has many trump cards in his hand, but he is wrong.

Lin Ge was repeatedly reviewing his mistakes, but he still didn't have enough understanding of Boss Zheng.

Tang Xiu glanced at Maris with some fear, and subconsciously moved to Zheng Ren's side.

"Don't be afraid, she is one of my patients." Zheng Ren said, "Marys, we are busy, you go back first."

"I just said no," Marys smiled and said, "Brother Yun is too nervous. But only young people value the interests of the world so seriously. This is a gift given to young people by their ancestors."

"Well, I understand. You go back first. There will be surgery the day after tomorrow, and you need to rest." Zheng Ren's tone was a little impatient, and he repeated the words that asked Maris to go back first.

Maris heard the meaning of Zheng Ren's words, put his hands on his chest, gave a courtesy before turning around and leaving.

When passing by Wei Feng, Wei Feng felt a cold look at him behind the black cap. He felt the chilling feeling again, as if the black robe was wrapped in a large piece of ice.

He couldn't help but shivered and took a few steps back.

"There is an emergency surgery, and I can't say hello to you." Zheng Ren looked at Tang Xiu and Sun Zeli and said a little apologetically.

"Boss Zheng, you are busy, you are busy." Sun Zeli said quickly.

She didn't ask about the phone number. It seemed that Boss Zheng hadn't received the call yet, so she should not sprinkle salt on the wound.

But Boss Zheng seems to be a little more powerful than he imagined, and it is a bit different from the young doctor who was slightly immature and tender but had a firm face when he was in the earthquake relief and disaster relief in his memory.

In Sun Zeli's impression, Boss Zheng was still the image of going deep into the earthquake center when he was fighting earthquake relief. Whether he was exploring the road when he encountered freezing rain or walking by the damstone lake to go deep into the earthquake center, the expression on his face had never changed.

But now... the arrogant Financial Times editor-in-chief William fled in front of one of his patients, but he couldn't see that Boss Zheng had too much respect for that patient, just like talking to the most ordinary patient.
Chapter completed!