Chapter 2380 The Hype of the Confidentiality Period

William Arthur Lewis is a reporter for the Financial Times. A year ago, in the selection of the Pulitzer Prize, he was sent to East Asia by the Financial Times because he was found to be falsified in the news.

Today, William received a "mission" from the headquarters - to track and interview Dr. Zheng from the 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 thing for William. A Nobel Prize winner who has suddenly emerged can do a lot of articles.

But he scoffed at it.

Standing in William's office, Wei Feng watched the Huangpu River pass by from a commanding height. He should have been broad-minded, but he wasn't in the mood.

After being aggrieved in Haicheng, Wei Feng came to Shanghai. Coincidentally, Wei Feng came to apply for the job just in time for the Financial Times East Asia branch to be short of manpower.

The manuscripts of medical disputes in the past became his stepping stone. Because of local collusion, this kind of good articles reporting the "truth" could not be published, which became a high-sounding reason for him to enter the East Asia branch of the Financial Times.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. It's not like in Haicheng, where a "good" article that could attract the attention of public opinion turned into nothing.

"You are from Haicheng. I read your information. I have dealt with Dr. Zheng before?" William asked.

"Yes." Wei Feng said in a deep voice, "I am a conscientious reporter who exposes the dark side of society. Unfortunately, I have received too much resistance."

Wei Feng carefully established himself as a conscientious reporter, exposing the dark side of society.

He thinks the editor-in-chief of the East Asia region of the Financial Times should like it.

"Look at this mission and tell me what you think." William said calmly, leaning back on the chair without moving, looking at the water of 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 - Zheng Ren!

Nobel Prize? He turned out to be a nominee for the Nobel Prize? Impossible, how could anyone be recommended for the Nobel Prize in such a small place like Haicheng.

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

After reading the interview request, his mind frantically turned.

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

You must know the meaning of editor-in-chief William, and then follow his train of thought to do interviews.

Wei Feng was silent for nearly a minute, and suddenly heard William Yoyo say: "Do you understand the process of the Nobel Prize?"

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

"Tell me."

"From October to December every year, the recommendations of various Nobel Prize projects will be accepted and the review period will be entered. Then in October of the next year, a few hours before the announcement, the review committee will notify the winners by phone. December 10th of each year Today is the ceremony day for awarding the Nobel Prize.”

"What do you think about this interview?" William asked leisurely, resting his chin on his hand, as if he didn't listen to what Wei Feng said at all.

"..." Wei Feng couldn't figure out what William meant, since he entered the door, the editor-in-chief William didn't even look at him. Not to mention judging his meaning from his eyes and body movements, even his tone didn't fluctuate.

He is really a big man in the city, Wei Feng praised in his heart.

"The candidates for the Nobel Prize are all kept secret, and the declassification period is fifty years." William said, "But this Dr. Zheng, I have a brief understanding. Since last year, there have been rumors in Haicheng and the imperial capital that he has won the prize." recommended for the Nobel Prize.”

Wei Feng was taken aback.

"It is said that Haruki Murakami runs with him every year, and the list of nominees for the Nobel Prize is kept secret. Only the most unprofessional journalists will make such a mistake and report all kinds of sensational news." William said, "Now at the headquarters A group of stupid guys actually believed rumors, without even the most basic professionalism."

"You're right!" Wei Feng stood at attention without hesitation, affirming what William said.

Is it confidential? If that's the case, there shouldn't be too much room for manipulation, Wei Feng felt a fire burning in his heart.

"Although I didn't go to the interview, I have thought about it. There are several possibilities, the biggest possibility is that this doctor named Zheng Ren made a hype on his own. It is recorded in the materials that he also publicly performed live surgery on a website. 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 to listen, listen to the judgment of this big man in the industry.

"Your test is to expose the truth about this 'Nobel Prize candidate'. If you can come up with a manuscript that I am satisfied with, it will not be a problem to get hired." William said with a smile.

Wei Feng's heart surged with enthusiasm, and he could hear infinite hope from William's words. Being able to join a major international newspaper is simply a step up to the sky. It is estimated that the editor-in-chief William took a fancy to that he was from Haicheng, and he was from the same city as Dr. Zheng, and had dealt with him before.

Otherwise, such a major task would not be entrusted to him.

"Go, now you go to HR to report, which is considered an internship stage." William said, "I look forward to your wonderful report."

Wei Feng bowed deeply, and clenched his fists tightly at an angle that William couldn't see.

If it weren't for the need to maintain a mature and prudent image, he would probably jump up at this moment to celebrate his becoming a trainee reporter.

Lord William is right! A bullshit doctor, who is still a junior doctor in the first hospital of Haicheng City, why should he win the Nobel Prize.

As for the candidate's secrecy, Wei Feng believed it immediately after hearing it. Since Lord William said so, it must be true. As soon as I got a recommendation, I couldn't wait to spread it out.

This is hype, total hype!

Wei Feng is very satisfied with this job. He can give his old opponent a fatal blow, and he can also enter the Transcendence Newspaper Group. It's the best of both worlds!

He left William's office with a respectful attitude.

He returned his hand to maintain a bent posture, and closed the door respectfully, before he straightened up.

With a winner's smile on his face, Wei Feng strode towards the HR department's office. Walking faster and faster, Wei Feng felt that the wind was blowing under his feet, and he had already unmasked the ugly mask of Dr. Zheng, and announced his hype to the public.

How to do? Academic dishonesty? This is the most powerful.

Every academic deceit and opportunity to hype will arouse the emotions of the people who eat melons and cause an uproar.

This is a very good angle, Wei Feng smiled slightly.

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Note: Zhang Junping inexplicably crossed over to become the great-grandson of Zhang Lingduo, the founding general of the Song Dynasty.

Zhang Junping, who regards time travel as a game, started his game life in the Northern Song Dynasty.

Unknowingly, this Da Song has become different!

Only then did Zhang Junping, who realized it later, yelled, "Damn it, Da Song was spoiled by me!"

"Damn Song"