Chapter 2453 Run Away

Tang Xiu felt that the matter was very troublesome. Brother Yun, the editor-in-chief of the Financial Times, had physical contact with him. If this kind of fault was deliberately found, it would leave a great hidden danger.

I didn't win the Nobel Prize. Although I was a little regretful, it was expected. It is very rare for someone to be nominated for the first time. Otherwise, Haruki Murakami would not be surrounded by countless reporters every year.

But if you offend the editor-in-chief of the Financial Times, there will be even bigger troubles...

Before she had time to worry, she saw Editor-in-Chief William's face turning paler. He bent slightly, and said in a gentle and polite tone respectfully: "Ms. Maris, it's a pleasure to meet you here."

"Leave here as far away as possible, otherwise you will regret ever coming here."

Amidst the words, Maris in a black robe slowly walked in, followed by a plainly dressed woman, holding an old wooden box in her hand.

The voice came from behind the shadows, eerie and eerie. She didn't care about William, but walked to the door of the office.

"Maris, what are you doing here?" Zheng Ren asked with a frown.

"Doctor Zheng, Brother Yun told me that he wants to use my ability to see the near future." Maris' voice came from the dark robe, making people shudder.

"Nonsense, go back quickly." Zheng Ren said, "We have emergency surgery here."

Su Yun is so stupid, he used a crystal ball to see the future in the hospital, should he wear Taoist robes and hold a mahogany sword to cast spells? Let's have a ritual of beheading a chicken head or something.

"Doctor Zheng, don't you really want to see it? It's not difficult for me." The voice of the witch Maris became more alluring.

However, Boss Zheng is immune to mental attacks and has no perception.

"I don't want to." Zheng Ren said helplessly. Su Yun... I'm too lazy to talk about him. Zheng Ren has always maintained a respectful and distant attitude towards these strange things.

Editor-in-Chief William looked dumbfounded. The person in front of him seemed to be the witch Maris, and he had asked her for divination before.

It's just that she acts mysteriously and her whereabouts are erratic, and the cost of each divination is sky-high. But even if you don't care about how much it costs, if you want to ask her for divination, you may not be able to find someone.

Some legends even said that she was cursed from hell.

Generally, Maris divination is through video, and no one knows where she is. But what I never expected was that this mysterious witch was actually in the imperial capital...

Is it really Maris the Witch?

Editor-in-Chief William was a little puzzled. If it was somewhere in Europe, he would have believed it. But this is the imperial capital, what is Maris doing here!

"Master told you to leave, why don't you leave?" asked the woman behind Maris.

William was taken aback.

"William... are you William Arthur Lewis from the Financial Times? Last year, there was something about the Pulitzer Prize in divination?" You have lost respect for your master."

"It's me, ma'am." Editor-in-chief William broke out in a cold sweat. Not many people knew about it.

Of course, the witch Maris knew too. Hearing what the woman said, he was instantly sure that it was the real Maris.

William hurriedly bowed deeply, paying tribute to Maris's back, said a few words in a low voice and then left in panic.

Several film crew members were dumbfounded when they saw the editor-in-chief "run away" hastily. They asked each other with their eyes, and immediately followed William to leave.

Wei Feng was stunned, it seemed that the whole script was being staged according to his own design in the last second.

The fact that Dr. Zheng Ren won the Nobel Prize is fake. He used emergency surgery to cover up his failure. And editor-in-chief William will definitely stand up to expose this false hypocrite, and the two sides will have conflicts. In the end, the hypocrite can't end, and his reputation will be ruined!

You don't have to do anything by yourself, just watching jokes is enough.

Some well-known international media came forward to expose Zheng Ren's ugly face, and then he would beat the dog in the water and kill him whatever he wanted.

But in the next second, the situation changed suddenly. Editor-in-Chief William, who always had his eyes above his head, fled because of a woman in a black robe!

This was simply too ridiculous, Wei Feng's three views were shattered to the ground, and he couldn't pick it up again.

Linge was speechless. What kind of people did Boss Zheng usually come into contact with? What was the origin of this foreigner in a black robe? How can you scare away the editor-in-chief of the East Asia region of the Financial Times with just one sentence?

But that's good too, and saves more trouble. It turned out that Su Yun was not young and energetic, he had a lot of cards in his hand, it was his own wrong thinking.

Linge was repeatedly reviewing his mistakes, and he still didn't know enough about Boss Zheng.

Tang Xiu glanced at Maris with some fear, and subconsciously moved towards Zheng Ren.

"Don't be afraid, she is one of my patients." Zheng Ren said, "Maris, we are busy here, you should go back first."

"I said no." Maris laughed and said, "Brother Yun is too nervous. But only young people value the interests of the world so much. This is a gift from the ancestors to young people."

"Well, I got it. You should go back first, you will have surgery the day after tomorrow, and you need to rest." Zheng Ren's tone was already a little impatient, and he repeated what he told Maris to go back first.

Maris heard the meaning of Zheng Ren's words, put her hands on her chest, gave a courtesy, turned and left.

When passing by Wei Feng's side, Wei Feng felt a cold gaze looking at him from behind the black hood. Once again he felt the chill to his bones, as if a large piece of ice was wrapped in the black robe.

He shivered involuntarily, and took a few steps back.

"There's an emergency operation, so I can't greet you." Zheng Ren looked at Tang Xiu and Sun Zeli, and said apologetically.

"Boss Zheng, you are busy, you are busy." Sun Zeli said quickly.

She didn't ask about the phone number. It seems that Boss Zheng hasn't received a call until now, so don't rub salt on the wound.

It's just that Boss Zheng seems to be a little more powerful than he imagined, and he is a little different from the young doctor who was a little immature but had a determined face in his memory when he was fighting the earthquake and disaster relief.

In Sun Zeli's impression, Boss Zheng was still the one who went deep into the center of the earthquake when he was fighting the earthquake together. Whether he was exploring the way in the freezing rain or walking deep into the epicenter by the barrier lake, the expression on his face never changed.

But now... William, the arrogant editor-in-chief of the Financial Times, ran away in front of one of his patients, but he couldn't see that Boss Zheng had too much respect for that patient, just like talking to the most ordinary patient.

He was young and immature, and he grew up inadvertently.