Throughout Nobel Week, Yang Rui was busy flying.

The highlight of Nobel Prize Week is the award ceremony with the participation of the royal family and the award dinner.

But before that, Mr. Yang had to give speeches and sign autographs in various places — for example, the desk in the Nobel Suite and the bottom of the chair in the café of the Nobel Museum restaurant......

In addition, the Nobel Prize concert on December 8 is also a frequent place for Nobel laureates to leave the country. Many celebrities will also be invited, or come to the heat on their own, which in turn attracts a lot of media.

After entering the era of television media, the Nobel Prize concert attracted more attention than the aristocratic party the next day.

If the Nobel Prize is regarded as a big IP, the Swedes have really managed it well.

Ordinary Swedes are actively involved in Nobel Prize Week. During the week of the awards, the Swedes who are strict by nature will make themselves extroverted by pouring a lot of alcohol.

Speaking of which, this is another place that looks very much like Japan, and the Swedes who have drunk alcohol have changed from old-fashioned to old drunks in an instant, just like the Japanese who have drunk.

They waved bottles, marched in Stockholm or whatever, rallied and even camped to sing, dance and pair...... When the police asked, the Swedes would answer that they were celebrating the Nobel Prize, and when there were no police, they didn't have to talk about the Nobel Prize, and they lived a very harmonious lifestyle.

Upper-class Swedes usually participate in banquets as much as possible.

In addition to the royal dinners, there are also many banquets for the Swedes, such as the various celebrations held at the town hall and even the events held by various committees.

In many cases, institutions such as pharmaceutical companies, or their affiliated and affiliated foundations, also hold celebrations, with individual academics and individuals invited to attend.

Arms, energy, finance and other types of companies, on weekdays want to find a few well-known scholars to meet, but they may not be able to do their wish, but at this time, they can often take advantage of everyone's happiness to do some small work.

It's also a feast for journalists.

Whether you are an economic journalist, a political journalist, or a pure entertainment journalist, you can find something that interests you this week.

Some of them are prepared, and some of them are at ease with what happens.

Of course, there are some people who set a goal and change it, and there are people who stick to a goal to the end.

Mitchelson had a goal in mind, the Nobel Prize followers, but his current goal has completely changed.

"Yang Rui is our goal, and the only goal. Mitchelson grabbed the camera with one hand and waved the other hand in the air, and said majestically: "Photos! Photos are our achievements, I have no objection to everyone taking photos of other stars, but, everyone, Yang Rui's photos are the final judging criteria." ”

"Everyone has to understand the concept that celebrity photos are easy to get, but a young and handsome Nobel laureate may be just that. ”

Unlike other Nobel laureates, Yang Rui is from Red China. Therefore, if future reporters want to take the same or similar photos, first, they will have to go to China, and secondly, will Yang Rui still dress up and take pictures of them?

Mitchelson accentuated his tone and said: "After Yang Rui wins the Nobel Prize, he must be China's top scientist, maybe he will be heavily protected by the Chinese government, and Yang Rui himself is not willing to enter the entertainment industry, in this case, we are likely to get out of print photos." Ladies and gentlemen, out of print!"

Eight photojournalists standing across from him, camera in hand, like soldiers with guns in hand, nodded heavily.

Needless to say, the scale of this dispatch alone is already the largest in the history of the newspaper.

Everyone sat in three full-size SUVs and headed to the Stockholm Concert Hall at a constant speed.

Mitchells sat in the passenger seat of the second car with his eyes closed. After coming to Sweden, he had a very large workload, and the film he shot every day had to be washed out on the same day, not to mention, and he had to send it back to the company as soon as possible. This is a work that cannot be delayed, otherwise, falling behind other newspapers will be equivalent to a day of shooting in vain.

The darkroom was Mitchells' personal domain, and he had never been willing to fake his film, so as the number of photographers increased, his working hours increased rather than decreased.

Now, three hours of sleep time has been snatched up by him.

The car in front turned on its brake lights and stopped.

Mitchells suddenly came to his senses and asked, "Are you there?"

"Not yet, the front is blocked. The driver replied.

Mitchells rubbed his eyes, yawned, and said, "Traffic jam?"

The driver hesitated for a moment, then picked up the walkie-talkie and asked, "Malfurari, is it a traffic jam?

"We're probably going to walk, and it's all people in front of us. ”

"Huh?" the driver picked up the stinging walkie-talkie, and wanted to continue asking, but Mitchells had already picked up the camera and rushed down.

There was a traffic jam ahead, and sure enough, there was a parade of parades.

The processions of the Swedes are usually very ceremonial.

The so-called rigorous parade means that everyone holds countless signs, and will consciously line up an almost inseparable line according to the size of the sign or the number of words.

However, today's parade is really not a place for them to do a rigorous queue.

"You're not here for dinner?" Mitchells asked, picking up a reporter's stance and grabbing one of them.

"What dinner? Oh, yes, yes, it's dinner...... Drink, drink, drink......" The one who was caught laughed out loud after saying two sentences, and poured wine into his mouth vigorously, obviously reaching the stage of getting himself drunk.

"I'm getting drunk now, it's a little early. "Mitchells himself is a Swede, and he knows too well the virtues of these Viking descendants.

"If you don't drink it now, you won't be able to grab it. Hey, if you want to drink, you're going to have to squeeze in there. ”

In order to restrict the consumption of alcohol by the people, Sweden even stipulates the time when the store sells alcohol. Not to mention the alcohol monopoly and age restrictions, and even more powerfully, there are also restrictions on the amount of alcohol that can be purchased by each person.

For the Vikings, who loved to drink, such a system always made people thirstier even more.

It is only during Nobel Prize Week that there is an open supply of alcohol.

However, the amount and type of alcohol served at different banquets varies.

Mitchells licked his lips and couldn't help but feel a little hungry.

He held up his camera and squeezed his way forward.

It was easy to enter the concert hall, but Mitchells looked around, but he didn't see Yang Rui.

"The winner of the Prize in Medicine and Physiology, where have the Chinese gone?" Mitchells asked a person, worried that the other party did not know who Yang Rui was.

The man who was asked laughed and said, "Are you looking for Yang Rui?" He was dragged out to drink. ”

"Huh, at the Nobel Prize dinner?"

"You're a journalist. The man glanced down at his camera and laughed, "You're sure to be able to take a lot of interesting pictures." ”

"Oh no!" Mitchells was shocked.

If passers-by knew how to take photos, how could they get exclusive photos today, and what was the point of eight photographers if there were no exclusive photos?

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