The Surgeon's Studio

William Arthur Louise, a reporter from the Financial Times. A year ago, during the Pulitzer Prize selection, because the news was found to be fake, he was sent to the East Asia region by the Financial Times as a form of exile punishment.

Today, William received a "mission" from the headquarters to track and interview Dr. Zheng from the 912 hospital.

According to the fax from the headquarters, it was estimated that Dr. Zheng was very likely to win this year's Nobel Prize in Biology and Medicine.

Originally, this was a good thing for William. A new Nobel Prize winner could make a lot of news.

But he scoffed at it.

Wei Feng stood in William's office and looked down at the Huangpu River. He should have been happy, but he was not in the mood.

Wei Feng had come to Shanghai after his sullen life in Sea city. Coincidentally, the East Asia branch of the Financial Times was lacking manpower, so Wei Feng came to apply.

In the past, articles on medical disputes had become his stepping stone. Because of local collusion, such good articles that reported "the truth" could not be published, and it became one of the reasons why he entered the East Asia branch of the Financial Times.

This was what Wei Feng needed. Here, he could display his talents. It was unlike Haicheng, where a "good" article that could attract public attention was like a stone thrown into the sea.

"You're from Haicheng. I've read your information. Have you dealt with Dr. Zheng before?" William asked.

"Yes." Wei Feng said in a low voice,"I'm a reporter with a conscience. I expose the dark side of society. Unfortunately, the resistance was too great. "

Wei Feng had carefully set up his image as a conscientious reporter to expose the dark side of society.

He felt that the editor-in-chief of the Financial Times in East Asia would like it.

"Take a look at this mission and tell me your thoughts." William did not move. He leaned back in his chair and looked at the Huangpu River outside the window.

Wei Feng's heart skipped a beat. He suppressed his joy and picked up the documents on the table.

He saw a familiar name,"Wanwan Zheng Ren"!

Nobel Prize? He was actually nominated for the Nobel Prize? That's impossible. How could someone from a remote and remote place like Haicheng be recommended by the Nobel Prize?

Burning with jealousy, Wei Feng's eyes turned red.

After reading through the interview requirements, his mind was spinning.

He could not ruin a good job because of his subjective ideas. As a delicate egoist, Wei Feng tried his best to avoid making such mistakes.

He had to know what editor-in-chief William wanted and follow his train of thought to do the interview.

Wei Feng was silent for almost a minute. Suddenly, he heard William Say,""Do you understand the process of winning the Nobel Prize?"

"I know a little." Wei Feng said in a deep voice. He tried his best to make his voice sound rich and magnetic. He had thought of every detail and did not want to make a mistake because of a small problem.

"Tell me."

"Every year from October to December, the Nobel Prize winners will be recommended and enter the review period. Then, in October of the next year, a few hours before the announcement, the review board will inform the winners by phone. The Nobel Prize ceremony is held on December 10 every year. "

"What do you think of this interview?" William rested his chin on his hand as if he had not heard what Wei Feng had said.

"..." Wei Feng did not understand what William meant. Ever since he entered the room, William did not even look at him. There was no fluctuation in his tone, let alone judging his eyes and body movements.

"He's really a shrewd and profound figure,"Wei Feng praised in his heart.

"The Nobel Prize candidates are all in a state of confidentiality. The decryption period is 50 years." "But I've done some research on Dr. Zheng," William said."Since last year, there have been rumors in Haicheng and the imperial capital that he has been recommended for the Nobel Prize."

Wei Feng was stunned.

"It's said that Haruki Murakami is always running around every year, and the list of Nobel Prize candidates is kept secret. Only the most unprofessional reporters would make such mistakes and report all kinds of sensational news." William said,"those stupid people at the headquarters actually believe the rumors. They don't even have the most basic professionalism."

"You're right!" Wei Feng stood at attention without hesitation, confirming William's words.

Was it a secret? If that was the case, there were too many places that he could have done something to. Wei Feng's heart was burning with a fire.

"Although I didn't go for the interview, I thought about it. There were a few possibilities. The biggest possibility was that this doctor called Zheng Ren had hyped up the news himself. According to the information, he's even doing a live broadcast of his surgery on a website. He's a person who doesn't want to be lonely and is a plain person. "

Wei Feng listened quietly. He knew that the first thing he had to do was to listen to the judgment of this Big Shot in the industry.

"Your trial is to reveal the truth about the Nobel Prize candidate. If you can produce an article that I'm satisfied with, it won't be a problem for me to get hired. " William said with a smile.

Wei Feng's blood started to boil. He could hear the hope in William's words. Being able to work for a major international newspaper was like reaching the heavens in one step. He guessed that chief editor William had taken a fancy to him because he was from Haicheng, the same city as Dr. Zheng, and they had even dealt with each other before.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been entrusted with such a big task.

"Go ahead. Now, report to the HR department. You can consider it an internship." William said,"I look forward to your wonderful report."

Wei Feng took a deep bow and clenched his fists at an angle where William could not see.

If he did not need to maintain an image of being mature and cautious, he would have jumped up and celebrated his becoming an intern reporter.

Lord William was right! What right did a doctor from the First People's Hospital of Haicheng City have to win the Nobel Prize?

As for the secret of the candidates, Wei Feng believed it immediately. Since Lord William had said so, it must be true. He had just received a recommendation and he couldn't wait to announce it.

This was a publicity stunt, a complete one!

Wei Feng was very satisfied with this job. He could deal a fatal blow to his old rival and also get into the news industry group. It was the best of both worlds!

He left William's office in a respectful manner.

He maintained his bent posture and closed the door respectfully before straightening his back.

Wei Feng's face was filled with a victorious smile as he strode towards the Human Resources Department's office. As he walked faster and faster, Wei Feng felt that he had already seen through Dr. Zheng's ugly mask and exposed his intention to create hype.

What should he do? Academic fraud? This was the most powerful.

Every academic fraud and hype would stir up the emotions of the public and cause a great uproar.

This was a good angle. Wei Feng smiled.

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[Note: Zhang Junping inexplicably transmigrated to become the great-grandson of the founding general of the song Dynasty, Zhang lingduo.]

Zhang Junping, who treated time travel as a game, began his gaming life in the Northern Song Dynasty.

Unknowingly, the great song had changed!

Zhang Junping, who had just realized what was going on, shouted,"F * ck, I've broken great song!"

"The broken great song."