Chapter 1771

I'll choose first? Ha ha

Cameron's mouth slightly raised, a wisp of sure expression flashed on his face, nodded: "since Professor Qin has opened his mouth, I will not be polite."

"I chose Donovan!"

Yes, Cameron didn't choose anyone else. His goal from beginning to end was Donovan.

As a weathervane of the Nobel Prize for literature, the winner of Kafka literature prize has the greatest chance of winning the prize in terms of probability.

Qinluo smile, for Cameron's choice, he had expected.

"I chose Olga..."

"Professor Qin, you are doomed to lose..."

All things in the world can't stop.

Just as qinluo and Cameron were having a chat, Bob Dylan, the president of the Nobel Foundation, had stepped slowly to the podium.

Behind him are the judges of the Nobel Prize in literature.

This time, unlike before, they were followed by a tall blonde, with a tray in his hand and a gold medal on it.

The crowd suddenly widened their eyes: the Nobel Prize for literature medal!

The gold medal in the light of the light, flashing bright light, looks like a different kind of beauty.

Of course, beauty is inevitable, because the Nobel medal is designed by famous artists and its production is very exquisite.

The first Nobel medal was cast in 1902, with a diameter of 6.6cm and made of about 200g gold. It was designed by sculptor Li Debei.

Although the design of each Nobel medal is different, it is engraved with the relief of Nobel and the date of birth and death in Roman numerals.

It is also engraved with the name of the winner, the award, the year and year of the award, as well as the praise of "what a kind and great person people depend on for their contributions and discoveries, which makes people's intelligent life more substantial".

The design of the literary award medal is: a young man sitting under a laurel tree, listening to and recording the songs of the muse.

On the back of him, the name of the winner is depicted, but it is still unknown who the name is.

Bob Dylan stepped slowly to the floor amid the eager eyes of the crowd.

At this moment, the crowd held their breath.

Everyone knows that in the next five minutes, there will be a new Nobel Prize winner in literature.

"Whether it's Donovan or Harper Lee, never Olga." Cameron held his breath, his eyes fixed on Bob Dylan.

Later, not only will a new Nobel Prize winner be born, but also will directly affect the outcome of his bet with Qin Luo!

"Mr. Cameron, if you surrender now, I can think that nothing has happened." Looking at Cameron's face tense appearance, Qin Luo's mouth hook up a drama arc.

Nothing happened?

How could that be possible!

In order to get to qinluo, he even took off his pants!

Now Qin Luo told him nothing happened, how could it be!

He won't say anything.

"Professor Qin, it's too late! You've lost! " "You'll be waiting for MIT," Cameron said confidently

Is this a self inflicted death?

No matter what others think, Qin Luo thinks it is.

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"cough..." Bob Dylan coughed to signal silence.

When the crowd was quiet, Bob Dylan's eyes swept over everyone.