v3 Chapter 2464： Really won the prize!

Vice President Yuan originally wanted to say a few words about him, in the face of the media, so unstable, what it looks like.

But when he heard these three words out, he felt a **** in his mind.

Is it ...

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

"Boss Zheng, got the prize! The official website announced it !!! The official news just announced !!!" The clerk quickly ran to Deputy Yuan Yuan and passed the cell phone.

After a brief silence in the conference room, the pan was exploded.

Won the prize?

Won the prize!

Yuan Yuan's hand holding the cell phone was a bit stiff. He looked at the cell phone doubtfully and wanted to make sure.

If such a thing happens, it will be fucked.

"Here, here." The technician pointed his finger at the screen in excitement, his voice trembling.

He knows that Vice President Yuan's group mostly learns Russian, but less of them really learn English. So he immediately explained: "Official website, I have been refreshing, the first time! Official news!"

After seeing Zheng Ren's name, Vice President Yuan asked in a deep voice, "Are you sure the official website of the Nobel Prize?"

"OK, ok." The little clerk kept saying.

But Yuan Yuan did not look at him, but was talking to Ye Qingqiu beside him. Ye Qingqiu immediately checked and nodded at the fastest speed.

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

The exclamation sounded like a tide, one after another. The applause was mixed with a few sparse applause, all holding mobile phones.

I made a big trough. Why didn't I get a prize without receiving a call! This was something that almost everyone in the audience thought.

Someone responded quickly, immediately started calling the superior or assistant, and immediately issued a notice!

Such a major event cannot be half a step earlier in the Internet age, but it cannot be too late.

Someone thought while making a call, it used to be good. For example, someone occupied the telegraph after the Battle of Waterloo, resulting in exclusive information. If the class can enjoy such big news alone, then what future need to say?

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

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

"Boss Zheng is good," he said softly.

"Is Boss Zheng still undergoing surgery?" Ye Qingqiu asked suddenly in a deep voice.

"It seems like ..." a man beside him replied hesitantly.

"Determine Boss Zheng's position immediately, and let the Security Department send additional staff!" Ye Qingqiu said calmly.

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

Yuan Yuan nodded his head, hands behind his back, and turned to leave the conference room. But his legs seemed to be unheard of, and did not move with the rotation of his upper body, and the nails were nailed to the ground.

One didn't notice, Yuan Yuan took a nap.

"Dean, be careful." Ye Qingqiu quickly supported Vice President Yuan, and then glanced at the young officer who reported the good news around him. "Be smart."

The little clerk didn't expect that Vice President Yuan looked calm and steady, but his legs and feet were not good enough, and he looked like he had a cerebral infarction. He subconsciously supported his long arm and nodded.

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

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As soon as President Yan packed his things, he gathered 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 slamming knock came. The sound rang suddenly, which frightened Dean Yan.

The heart bounced, and Dean Yan was very upset. He took a deep breath, suppressing his inner fright, and sank, "Come in."

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

"Hey?" Dean Yan switched on his cell phone.

"What? Are you sure!"

"it is good!"

The director of the Dean's Office opened the door and waited for Dean Yan to finish the phone call and said excitedly: "Dean, the official website of the Nobel Prize has announced the results, Boss Zheng ..."

"The award was won." Dean Yan nodded. "Linger is faster than you, and I will do more work in the future."

Then, he opened the cabinet, put the briefcase in it, hung his coat in the cabinet, and put on a new white suit.

"Where is Zheng Ren?"

"It should be in the operating room."

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

"Linger? Where is Zheng Ren?"

"Okay, I'll be right there."

Almost done, Linger followed Zheng Ren all the way and reported various situations on the spot.

Then President Yan's cell phone rang again, this time from Ye Qingqiu.

Dean Yan walked faster and faster, white clothes grinning, hunting in the night wind.

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A few minutes ago, Tang Xiu was sitting silently in the operating room. She was a little lost, but didn't leave.

Boss Zheng should also be disappointed. At this time, he needs care and comfort. Even if it was hard to tell him after the operation, it should make him feel better.

And 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, it must not be the hypocrite." Wei Feng saw Tang Xiu looking at himself with a hostile look and sneered. Do you still defend that hypocrite with a pre-set stand? "

He used two hypocrites in succession to describe Zheng Ren, feeling very relieved.

Wait for Zheng Ren to come out ~ www.novelhall.com ~ We have to ask him something sharp and unavoidable. Wei Feng has already thought about it.

Poke through this hypocrite's mask and make his ugly face public! Although the Financial Times should not report, Wei Feng believes that such an "attitude" manuscript must be the newspaper's willingness.

It is important to cause controversy and attract attention.

"Still brushing your phone? Even if you blow up your phone, you won't get the news." Wei Feng said ironically when Tang Xiu kept refreshing a webpage.

"I don't understand the serious process, how did you mix up with the editor. It was really a bad memory to work under someone like you."

Suddenly, Wei Feng saw Tang Xiu's body stagnate slightly. He felt that his speech offensive had played a role. It is best that Tang Xiu can't bear it, and say something overly aggressive.

He felt the recording pen in his pocket and thought to himself that it would be ideal. The former old enemies can be swarmed. They are frightened and embarrassed. This title seems even more shocking.

However, Tang Xiu ignored him, but 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 cut in Wei Feng's ears like a knife, and it caused a few pains, "Look at the official website!"

Wei Feng wondered, did he lie to himself? How could that little doctor named Zheng be awarded the Nobel Prize.

Suspiciously, he took out his mobile phone and found the Nobel Prize official website.

The moment he saw Zheng Ren's name under the award of biology and medicine, Wei Feng felt that his eyes were radiant and his eyes were a bit flowery.