Chapter 2382

William Arthur Lewis, Financial Times reporter. In the selection of the Pulitzer Prize a year ago, he was sent to East Asia by the financial times because he was found to be guilty of false news, which is regarded as an exile punishment.

Today, William received a "mission" from the headquarters to track and interview Dr. Zheng of 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.

Originally, this matter was a great good thing for William. A rising Nobel laureate can do a lot of articles.

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 he had been in Haicheng, Wei Feng came to the magic capital. By chance, the East Asia division of the financial times was short of staff, and Wei Feng came to apply.

In the past, the manuscripts of medical disputes became his stepping stone. Because of local collusion, such good articles reporting the "truth" could not be published, which became a high sounding reason for him to enter the East Asia branch of the financial times.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, it is clear that a "good" article that can attract the attention of public opinion has fallen into the sea.

"You are from Haicheng. Let me see your information. Have you dealt with Dr. Zheng before?" Asked William.

"Yes." Wei Feng said in a deep voice, "I'm a conscientious reporter who exposes the dark side of society. Unfortunately, I'm subject to too much resistance."

Wei Feng carefully established a personal setup for himself - a conscientious reporter to expose the dark side of society.

He thinks the East Asian editor of the financial times should like it.

"Look at this task and tell me what you think." William didn't move. He leaned back on his chair and looked at the Huangpu River outside the window.

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

He saw a familiar name - Zheng Ren!

Nobel Prize? He became a candidate for the Nobel Prize nomination? It's impossible. How can anyone get a Nobel Prize recommendation in a small place like Haicheng where birds don't shit.

Jealous, Wei Feng's eyes are a little red.

After reading the interview request, his mind turned desperately.

You can't ruin an excellent job because of your subjective ideas. As a refined egoist, Wei Feng tries to avoid making such mistakes.

Be sure to know what William's editor in chief means, and then follow his ideas to do an interview.

Wei Feng was silent for nearly a minute and suddenly heard William youyou say, "do you know the process of Nobel Prize?"

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

"Say it."

"From October to December of each year, we will accept the recommendation of each Nobel Prize project and enter the evaluation period. Then in October of the next year, a few hours before the announcement, the evaluation committee will notify the winners by telephone. December 10 of each year is the ceremony day for the award of Nobel prizes."

"What do you think of this interview?" William's hand held his cheek. He didn't seem to listen to Wei Feng at all. He asked leisurely.

"..." Wei Feng didn't know what William meant. After he entered the door, William's editor in chief didn't look at himself. Not to mention judging his meaning from his eyes and body movements, even his tone did not fluctuate.

He was really a big man in the city, and Wei Feng praised him in his heart.

"Nobel Prize candidates are in a confidential state, and the decryption period is 50 years." William said: "but this doctor Zheng, I have a brief understanding. Since last year, there have been rumors in Haicheng and DIDU that he has won the Nobel Prize recommendation."

Wei Feng was stunned.

"It is said that Haruki Murakami is running with him every year. 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 those stupid guys in the headquarters believe rumors and don't even have the most basic professional quality."

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

Is it confidential? If so, there should not be too much room for hands and feet in it. A flame was burning in Wei Feng's heart.

"Although I didn't go to the interview, I thought about it. There are several possibilities. The biggest possibility is that the doctor named Zheng Ren hyped it on his own. It is recorded in the data that he still had a live broadcast of the operation on a website. This is a person who is unwilling to be lonely and plain."

Wei Feng listened quietly. He knew that the first thing he had to do was listen and listen to the judgment of the big man in the industry.

"Your trial is to expose the truth of this' Nobel candidate '. If you can get a manuscript that I am satisfied with, entry is not a problem." William said with a smile.

There was a surge of blood in Wei Feng's heart. He heard infinite hope from William's words. To be a member of a major international newspaper is simply to rise to the sky step by step. It is estimated that William's editor in chief is interested in his coming from Haicheng. He comes from the same city as Dr. Zheng and has dealt with him before.

Otherwise, such a great event would not be left to yourself.

"Go ahead. Now you go to HR to report. It's an internship." William said, "I'm looking forward to your wonderful report."

Wei Feng bowed deeply and clenched his fists at an angle invisible to William.

If he didn't need to maintain a mature and cautious image, he might jump up and warmly celebrate his becoming an intern reporter.

Lord William is right! A shit doctor, or a little doctor in the first hospital of Haicheng City, why should he win the Nobel Prize.

As for the candidate's confidentiality, Wei Feng believed it directly after listening to it. Since Lord William said so, it must be true. As soon as I got a recommendation, I couldn't wait to publicize it.

This is hype, complete hype!

Wei Feng is very satisfied with this job. He can not only give a fatal blow to his old opponent, but also enter and cross the newspaper group. He has the best of both worlds!

He left William's office in a respectful manner.

He kept bending back and closed the door respectfully. Then he straightened up.

With a winner's smile on his face, Wei Feng strode to the office of the personnel department. As he walked faster and faster, Wei Feng felt that there was a wind under his feet. He had put on the ugly mask of Dr. Zheng and made his hype public.

What are you going to do? Academic fraud? This is the most powerful.

Every academic fraud and speculation will stir up the emotions of melon eating people and cause an uproar.

This is a very good angle. Wei Feng smiled at the corners of his mouth.

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Note: Zhang Junping passed through inexplicably and became the great grandson of Zhang lingduo, the founding General of the Song Dynasty.

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

Unconsciously, the Song Dynasty has become different!

Zhang Junping, who knew later, shouted, shit, I played song badly!

The spoiled Song Dynasty