Vice President Yuan originally wanted to say a few words to him, but he looked like he was so unstable in front of the media.

But when he heard these three words, he was stunned.

Could it be...

"What's coming out?" Vice President Yuan asked softly.

"Boss Zheng, you won the award! The official website announced! The official news just announced!!!" The clerk quickly ran to Vice President Yuan and handed his phone over.

After a brief quiet in the conference room, it exploded.

Win the award?

Winning the award!

Vice President Yuan's hand holding the phone was a little stiff. He looked at the phone half-believingly and wanted to make sure it was serious.

If such a thing is wrong, it will be fucked.

"Here, here." The clerk pointed at the screen with his fingers excitedly, his voice trembling.

He knew that Vice President Yuan’s group of people mostly learned Russian, and few actually learned English. So he immediately explained: “I have been refreshing the official website, first time! Official news!”

Vice President Yuan saw Zheng Ren's name and asked in a deep voice, "Is it a Nobel Prize official website?"

"OK, OK." The clerk kept saying.

But Vice President Yuan did not look at him, but was talking to Ye Qingqiu beside him. Ye Qingqiu immediately checked and nodded as fast as possible.

At this time, the reporters in the conference room had already taken out their mobile phones to open the Nobel Prize official website and found the list of winners.

The screams kept ringing, like a tide, one after another. The exclamation was mixed with a few sparse applause, all holding the phone, who had the heart to applaud?

I got a big slaughter and didn't receive the call, so why did I win the prize? This is almost what everyone present is thinking.

Someone responded quickly and started calling his superiors or assistants immediately and sent a notice immediately!

Such a big thing cannot be a step earlier in the Internet age, but it cannot be much later than others.

Someone made a phone call while thinking that it would be better in the past. For example, someone occupied a telegraph after the Battle of Waterloo, resulting in exclusive information. If the level could enjoy such big news, would there be no need to say about the future?

But in the Internet age, such things are absolutely impossible to happen.

Vice President Yuan's hand holding the phone was trembling a little. He wanted to be calm, but his body honestly reflected the inner turmoil.

"Boss Zheng is good." He whispered.

"Are Boss Zheng still in the operation?" Ye Qingqiu suddenly asked in a deep voice.

"It seems..." a person beside him replied hesitantly.

"Create Boss Zheng's location immediately and let the security department send additional staff!" Ye Qingqiu said calmly.

Then he looked at Vice President Yuan and said, "Director, let's go to the operating room with our media friends."

Vice President Yuan nodded, with his hands behind his back, and turned to leave the conference room. But his legs seemed to be out of control, and did not move with the rotation of his upper body, and nailed to the ground like nails.

Without paying attention, Vice President Yuan staggered.

"Director, be careful." Ye Qingqiu hurriedly supported Vice President Yuan, then glared at the little clerk who reported the good news beside him, "Be smart."

The young clerk did not expect that Vice President Yuan looked calm and steady, but his legs were not good, and he looked like he had a cerebral infarction when walking. He subconsciously held the dean's arm and nodded.

Seeing Vice President Yuan leave the conference room, Ye Qingqiu deliberately slowed down and took out his cell phone to call Dean Yan.

...

...

As soon as President Yan packed up his things, he picked up the briefcase he had been carrying with him for more than ten years and was about to leave the office.

As soon as I reached the door, a rapid knock came. The sound suddenly rang, which scared Dean Yan.

The heart was thumping, and Dean Yan was very unhappy. He took a deep breath, suppressed the fright in his heart, and said in a deep voice, "Enter."

At the same time, President Yan's cell phone rang.

"Hey?" Dean Yan connected his cell phone.

"What? Are you sure!"

"good!"

The director of the dean's office pushed open the door and waited for Dean Yan to finish the phone call, and said excitedly: "Director, the results of the Nobel Prize official website have been announced, Boss Zheng..."

"I won the award." Dean Yan nodded, "Linger is faster than you, so you can do your work more carefully in the future."

As he said that, he opened the cabinet, put his briefcase in it, hung his coat in the cabinet, and changed into a brand new white suit.

"Where is Zheng Ren?"

“It should be in the operating room.”

"Should?" Dean Yan strode out, his voice a little cold. As he walked, he took out his cell phone.

"Ringer? Where is Zheng Ren?"

"Okay, I'll go there right away."

The operation was almost finished, and Lin Ge followed Zheng Ren all the way to report on various situations on the spot.

Then Dean Yan's cell phone rang again, this time it was Ye Qingqiu called.

President Yan walked faster and faster, grinning in his white clothes, clamoring in the night wind.

...

...

A few minutes ago, Tang Xiu sat silently outside the operating room. She was a little disappointed, but she did not leave.

Boss Zheng should be very disappointed, he needs care and comfort at this time. Even if he comes out after the operation and says hard work to him, it should make him feel better.

Moreover, Wei Feng, who was sitting opposite him, was so annoying. Tang Xiu felt that he wanted to protect Boss Zheng at this time.

"I just looked at the company's group. Although I don't know the winner of the Biology Award, I am definitely not that hypocrite." Wei Feng saw Tang Xiu looking at him with a hostile gaze and said sneered, "As a reporter, are you still defending that hypocrite with a preset standpoint?"

He used two hypocrites in a row to describe Zheng Ren, and felt that it was particularly relieved.

After a while, when Zheng Ren came out, Wei Feng had already thought about any sharp and unavoidable questions he had to ask him.

Expose the mask of this hypocrite and make his ugly face public! Although the Financial Times should not report it, Wei Feng believes that such a "attitude" article must be wanted by the newspaper.

It is very important to cause controversy and attract attention.

"Also brush your phone? Even if you browse your phone, you won't get any news." Wei Feng said sarcastically when he saw Tang Xiu constantly refreshing a web page.

"I don't understand the serious process, so how did you get into the editor-in-chief? It was really a very bad memory to work under someone like you."

Suddenly, Wei Feng saw Tang Xiu's body stuttering slightly, and he felt that his verbal offensive had played a role. It would be better for Tang Xiu to be unable to bear it and say something extreme.

He touched the recorder in his pocket and thought to himself that it would be ideal if that were the case. It would be even more shocking to be able to bring the old enemies together, and they were in a collusion and collusion.

However, Tang Xiu ignored him and picked up his cell phone and made a call.

What is she doing?

"Sister Sun, Boss Zheng has won the Nobel Prize!" Tang Xiu's surprise voice was cut in Wei Feng's ears like a knife, causing pain, "Look at the official website!"

Wei Feng was puzzled, was he lying to himself? How could that young doctor named Zheng win the Nobel Prize?

He took out his mobile phone suspiciously and found the official website of the Nobel Prize.
Chapter completed!