v3 Chapter 2382： Hype of the Secret Period
William Arthur Louis is a Financial Times reporter. A year ago, the Pulitzer Prize was selected as an exile punishment because it was found to be fraudulent and was sent by the Financial Times to East Asia.
Today, William received a "mission" from the headquarters-tracking and interviewing Dr. Zheng of 912 Hospital.
According to the fax data sent from the headquarters, it is judged that Dr. Zheng is likely to win this year's Nobel Prize in biology and medicine.
This matter was a great thing for William. A rising Nobel Prize winner can do a lot of things.
But he scoffed at it.
Wei Feng stood in William's office and looked down at the Huangpu River. He should have been broad-minded, but he was not in the mood.
After being quarreled in Haicheng, Wei Feng came to Modu. The chance coincided with the lack of manpower in the FT East Asia branch, and Wei Feng came to apply.
In the past, the manuscript of medical disputes became his stepping stone. Because of local collusion, such good articles reporting "facts and truths" could not be published, which became a sound reason for him to enter the Financial Times East Asia Division.
This is what Wei Feng needs, and here he can show his talents. Rather than being in Haicheng, a "good" article that could arouse the attention of public opinion turned out to be sinking.
"You are from Haicheng, I look at your information and have dealt with Dr. Zheng before?" William asked.
"Yes," Wei Feng said in a deep voice. "I am a conscientious journalist, exposing the dark side of society. Unfortunately, there is too much resistance."
Wei Feng carefully established himself—a reporter of conscience, exposing the dark side of society.
He thinks the editor of the East Asia region of the Financial Times should like it.
"You look at this task and talk about your thoughts." William said without moving, leaning his back on the chair and looking at the Huangpu River outside the window.
Wei Feng's heart moved, suppressing joy, and picking up the papers on the table.
He saw a familiar name-Zheng Ren!
Nobel Prize? He turned out to be a Nominee candidate? Impossible, how can someone get a Nobel Prize recommendation in a small place like Haicheng that does n’t shit.
Burning in jealousy, Wei Feng's eyes were a little red.
After reading the interview request, his head turned desperately.
We can't spoil an excellent job because of our subjective ideas. As an exquisite egoist, Wei Feng tries to avoid making such mistakes by himself.
Be sure to know what the editor-in-chief William meant, and then follow his thoughts to conduct the interview.
Wei Feng was silent for nearly a minute, and suddenly he heard William said, "Do you understand the process of Nobel Prize?"
"Know more." Wei Feng said in a deep voice, and 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 each year, we will accept the recommendation of each Nobel prize, enter the judging period, and then in October of the next year, a few hours before the announcement, the judging committee will notify the winners by phone. December 10 of each year Day is the ceremony day when the Nobel Prize is awarded. "
"Do you have any comment on this interview?" William asked with his hands on his cheeks, seemingly not listening to Wei Feng.
"..." Wei Feng couldn't figure out what William meant. After entering the door, the editor-in-chief of William didn't look at himself. Not to mention judging his meaning from his eyes and body movements, even if his tone does not fluctuate.
Really a big man in the city, Wei Feng sighed.
"The candidates for the Nobel Prize are all kept secret, and the decryption period is fifty years." William said: "But this Doctor Zheng, I have a brief understanding. Since last year, there have been rumors in Haicheng and Emperor that he has obtained Nobel recommendation. "
Wei Feng froze for a moment.
"It is said that Haruki Murakami accompanies every year. The list of Nobel Prize candidates is hidden. Only the least professional journalists will make such mistakes and report all kinds of publicity news." William said, "Now at the headquarters. The group of stupid guys believe the rumors, they don't even have the most basic professional qualities. "
"You're right!" Wei Feng stood up without hesitation, affirming William's statement.
Is it confidential? If that's the case, don't have too much space to do anything in it. Wei Feng's heart is burning with a flame.
"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 has speculated on his own. It is recorded in the data that he is still doing live broadcast of surgery on a website. This is a An unwilling and lonely person. "
Wei Feng listened quietly, he knew that the first thing he had to do was to listen and listen to the judge of the big coffee in the industry.
"Your trial is to expose the truth of this 'Nobel candidate'. If I can come up with a manuscript I am satisfied with, it is not a problem to join the job." William said with a smile.
There was a surge of blood in Wei Feng's heart, and he heard infinite hope from William's words. Being able to join an international newspaper is simply a step in the sky. It is estimated that the editor-in-chief of William is fancy that he is from Haicheng and that Dr. Zheng is from the same city. He has also dealt with it before.
Otherwise, such a major event will not be left to you to do.
"Come on, now you go to HR to report, it's considered an internship." William said, "I look forward to your wonderful report."
Wei Feng bowed deeply, his fists clenched tightly at an angle invisible to William.
If he didn't need to maintain a mature and prudent image, he was afraid at the moment that he would jump up and warmly celebrate himself as an intern reporter.
Lord William is right! A **** doctor, or a little doctor in Haicheng No. 1 Hospital, why did he get the Nobel Prize?
As for the confidentiality of the candidate, Wei Feng believed it after hearing it. Since Lord William said so, it must be true. Just get a recommendation and can't wait to spread it out.
This is hype, thorough hype!
Wei Feng is very satisfied with this job, and can give his old opponent a fatal blow, and can enter the newspaper industry group, the best of both worlds!
He left William's office in a respectful manner.
Turning his hands to keep a bent posture, closing the door respectfully, he straightened up.
With a smile on his face, Wei Feng strode to the personnel office. As he walked faster, Wei Feng felt that the wind under his feet ~ www.novelhall.com ~ have taken off the ugly mask of Dr. Zheng and announced his hype.
How to do? Academic fraud? This is the most powerful.
Every academic fraud and opportunity of speculation will stir the emotions of the people who eat melon and cause uproar.
This is a very good angle, Wei Feng smiled slightly.
...
...
Note: Zhang Junping's inexplicable crossing became the great-grandson of the founding general Zhang Lingduo of the Song Dynasty.
Zhang Junping, who used crossing as a game, began his game life in the Northern Song Dynasty.
Unconsciously, this big song has become different!
Zhang Junping shouted after hearing about it, I rely on it, Da Song was ruined by me!
"Bad Song"
Today, William received a "mission" from the headquarters-tracking and interviewing Dr. Zheng of 912 Hospital.
According to the fax data sent from the headquarters, it is judged that Dr. Zheng is likely to win this year's Nobel Prize in biology and medicine.
This matter was a great thing for William. A rising Nobel Prize winner can do a lot of things.
But he scoffed at it.
Wei Feng stood in William's office and looked down at the Huangpu River. He should have been broad-minded, but he was not in the mood.
After being quarreled in Haicheng, Wei Feng came to Modu. The chance coincided with the lack of manpower in the FT East Asia branch, and Wei Feng came to apply.
In the past, the manuscript of medical disputes became his stepping stone. Because of local collusion, such good articles reporting "facts and truths" could not be published, which became a sound reason for him to enter the Financial Times East Asia Division.
This is what Wei Feng needs, and here he can show his talents. Rather than being in Haicheng, a "good" article that could arouse the attention of public opinion turned out to be sinking.
"You are from Haicheng, I look at your information and have dealt with Dr. Zheng before?" William asked.
"Yes," Wei Feng said in a deep voice. "I am a conscientious journalist, exposing the dark side of society. Unfortunately, there is too much resistance."
Wei Feng carefully established himself—a reporter of conscience, exposing the dark side of society.
He thinks the editor of the East Asia region of the Financial Times should like it.
"You look at this task and talk about your thoughts." William said without moving, leaning his back on the chair and looking at the Huangpu River outside the window.
Wei Feng's heart moved, suppressing joy, and picking up the papers on the table.
He saw a familiar name-Zheng Ren!
Nobel Prize? He turned out to be a Nominee candidate? Impossible, how can someone get a Nobel Prize recommendation in a small place like Haicheng that does n’t shit.
Burning in jealousy, Wei Feng's eyes were a little red.
After reading the interview request, his head turned desperately.
We can't spoil an excellent job because of our subjective ideas. As an exquisite egoist, Wei Feng tries to avoid making such mistakes by himself.
Be sure to know what the editor-in-chief William meant, and then follow his thoughts to conduct the interview.
Wei Feng was silent for nearly a minute, and suddenly he heard William said, "Do you understand the process of Nobel Prize?"
"Know more." Wei Feng said in a deep voice, and 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 each year, we will accept the recommendation of each Nobel prize, enter the judging period, and then in October of the next year, a few hours before the announcement, the judging committee will notify the winners by phone. December 10 of each year Day is the ceremony day when the Nobel Prize is awarded. "
"Do you have any comment on this interview?" William asked with his hands on his cheeks, seemingly not listening to Wei Feng.
"..." Wei Feng couldn't figure out what William meant. After entering the door, the editor-in-chief of William didn't look at himself. Not to mention judging his meaning from his eyes and body movements, even if his tone does not fluctuate.
Really a big man in the city, Wei Feng sighed.
"The candidates for the Nobel Prize are all kept secret, and the decryption period is fifty years." William said: "But this Doctor Zheng, I have a brief understanding. Since last year, there have been rumors in Haicheng and Emperor that he has obtained Nobel recommendation. "
Wei Feng froze for a moment.
"It is said that Haruki Murakami accompanies every year. The list of Nobel Prize candidates is hidden. Only the least professional journalists will make such mistakes and report all kinds of publicity news." William said, "Now at the headquarters. The group of stupid guys believe the rumors, they don't even have the most basic professional qualities. "
"You're right!" Wei Feng stood up without hesitation, affirming William's statement.
Is it confidential? If that's the case, don't have too much space to do anything in it. Wei Feng's heart is burning with a flame.
"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 has speculated on his own. It is recorded in the data that he is still doing live broadcast of surgery on a website. This is a An unwilling and lonely person. "
Wei Feng listened quietly, he knew that the first thing he had to do was to listen and listen to the judge of the big coffee in the industry.
"Your trial is to expose the truth of this 'Nobel candidate'. If I can come up with a manuscript I am satisfied with, it is not a problem to join the job." William said with a smile.
There was a surge of blood in Wei Feng's heart, and he heard infinite hope from William's words. Being able to join an international newspaper is simply a step in the sky. It is estimated that the editor-in-chief of William is fancy that he is from Haicheng and that Dr. Zheng is from the same city. He has also dealt with it before.
Otherwise, such a major event will not be left to you to do.
"Come on, now you go to HR to report, it's considered an internship." William said, "I look forward to your wonderful report."
Wei Feng bowed deeply, his fists clenched tightly at an angle invisible to William.
If he didn't need to maintain a mature and prudent image, he was afraid at the moment that he would jump up and warmly celebrate himself as an intern reporter.
Lord William is right! A **** doctor, or a little doctor in Haicheng No. 1 Hospital, why did he get the Nobel Prize?
As for the confidentiality of the candidate, Wei Feng believed it after hearing it. Since Lord William said so, it must be true. Just get a recommendation and can't wait to spread it out.
This is hype, thorough hype!
Wei Feng is very satisfied with this job, and can give his old opponent a fatal blow, and can enter the newspaper industry group, the best of both worlds!
He left William's office in a respectful manner.
Turning his hands to keep a bent posture, closing the door respectfully, he straightened up.
With a smile on his face, Wei Feng strode to the personnel office. As he walked faster, Wei Feng felt that the wind under his feet ~ www.novelhall.com ~ have taken off the ugly mask of Dr. Zheng and announced his hype.
How to do? Academic fraud? This is the most powerful.
Every academic fraud and opportunity of speculation will stir the emotions of the people who eat melon and cause uproar.
This is a very good angle, Wei Feng smiled slightly.
...
...
Note: Zhang Junping's inexplicable crossing became the great-grandson of the founding general Zhang Lingduo of the Song Dynasty.
Zhang Junping, who used crossing as a game, began his game life in the Northern Song Dynasty.
Unconsciously, this big song has become different!
Zhang Junping shouted after hearing about it, I rely on it, Da Song was ruined by me!
"Bad Song"
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