The public press conference for the Nobel Prize was held with joint participation.

All Nobel laureates, including literary winners, appear in front of journalists. However, there is a limit to the number of times each person can be questioned, and in order.

From the outside, the Nobel laureates participated in this public press conference, which is more formal than meaningful, but if the invited reporters are lazy and do not come, the subsequent activities will be properly discriminated against.

The so-called snail lion shell is a dojo, and whoever doesn't suck it will be eliminated. The so-called public press conference for the Nobel Prize is more like an open essay contest, with an overview of the proposition essay in one room, and at least two or three hundred media participating in the exam, or more than five hundred if you count the number of people.

The scale is less than a certain level of media, or there are many domestic media, not to mention the competition for the front row position, whether you can enter the press conference hall or not.

Therefore, the media that came in still cherished the opportunity.

It's just that this kind of report is very standard and boring.

Compared with foreign journalists who do not necessarily come to Sweden once in their lives to attend a Nobel Prize ceremony, Swedish media reporters have studied a lot of fancy.

Michelson, a reporter for the Stockholm Daily, had a "specialty" in photographing Nobel attachés.

This is a popular "traditional" project. For the Swedes, the identity and background of the Nobel Attaché each year, whether they are qualified or not, are all parts that can be discussed—although not very important, but in the vast sea of newspapers, this is already a new and interesting content.

Whether the Nobel attaché is handsome or not, whether he has a noble title and bloodline, what his education and educational background are are all curious about the Swedes.

Sweden is a fair place, and they were the first country to introduce maternity leave for men and women – it makes sense for women to return to work after childbirth and even find a job.

Whether the Nobel Prize attaché is qualified and whether the selection is fair is often the focus of discussion in Sweden.

If this were the case, the Stockholm Daily would not have allowed Mitchelson to continue the project for many years.

What really supports Mitchelson's filming is still readers and reprints from abroad.

Foreign readers naturally don't care about the academic and educational background of the Nobel attaché, nor do they care whether they are qualified, but whether the Nobel attaché is handsome or not, whether they have a noble title and bloodline, these two items are still very attractive.

In the selection of handsome men and women around the world, the scores of Swedish men and Norwegian women are popular all year round, and the Nobel Attaché is a contestant selected by the Swedish government, so it is naturally very popular.

The reason why Mitchelson can shoot all year round is also very simple, he takes the most handsome photos, the best aesthetic angle, the most sources, and the most rich content.

While other reporters were still thinking about how to suck the shell of this year's snail, Mitchelson had already set up the tools, adjusted the angle and exposure, and prepared everything for the Nobel attaché.

In other directions of the hall, Mitchelson's rivals are doing something similar.

Mitchelson doesn't care.

For today's shoot, Mitchelson took a number of photos in the hall a few days in advance, not only experimenting with several extremely beautiful scenes, but even thinking about the composition.

This is basically something that only local Swedish journalists can do. Foreign reporters can arrive two days in advance, even if the unit they work for has money, and as for entering the hall early, all kinds of application procedures are even more troublesome.

Not a professional photojournalist, and the gear he brought with him was not Mitchelson.

He brought four cameras with him, not only to equip different lenses, but also to reduce the time spent changing films.

Thinking of this, Mitchelson reminded the little brother again: "Mark, when I pat you on the shoulder, you will replace the used film, and the speed must be fast, without touching the lens, buttons and knobs." ”

"I understand. Mark nodded excitedly. He is a newcomer to the newspaper and is still curious about such an environment.

Mitchelson said "En" and said, "I sometimes don't run out of a film, when you change it, don't hesitate, the opportunity is fleeting, understand?"

"I understand. ”

"Remember if you have to put the film from different cameras in different blocks?"

"Yes. Mark raised his head as he said and smiled, "You seem to be more nervous than me." ”

"Of course I'm nervous, it's a different challenge every time. Mitchelson said that he couldn't help but lose his mind, and for him, who has been filming Nobel Attaché for more than ten years, it is not so much a challenge as a tradition.

Mark wanted to speak again, but he saw the figure flickering, and hurriedly reminded: "The person is here." ”

"Yes. Mitchelson's hand gripped the camera on the tripod, but it didn't move.

On the other hand, the flashing lights in the hall were already lit up, and the other reporters didn't care so much, they just had to take a picture back, and they used one for the newspaper anyway.

Mitchelson's photographs, which often appear in his magazines, are firmly on the shutter as he waits for Nobel Foundation officials to sit down before aiming for Nobel laureates...... Nobel Attaché behind him.

"Click. ”

"Click. ”

"Bang bang. ”

"Ah...... Ya Butterfly. A Japanese female reporter next to her screamed, but it was the chaotic crowd that squeezed her camera down.

Mitchelson looked at her with contempt, using the camera without a neck or a condom, and mosaicing photos and videos was one of his most disgusting behaviors, lacking the minimum respect for art.

"Goldsworthy is a Nobel attaché again, and it's time for this guy to retire. As Mitchell spoke, the shutter in his hand was quickly pressed.

A few seconds later, Mitchelson switched to the camera on the left tripod and patted Mark on the shoulder.

Mark hurriedly went to change the film, and his movements were skillful.

Mitchelson only glanced at it and was relieved that as long as he wasn't nervous, today's shoot wouldn't be bad.

"Acheson came out. "Mark also has the duty of reminding. While Mitchelson's attention is in the viewfinder, he has to take care of his surroundings.

The relationship between the two is like that of a sniper and an observer.

Mitchelson quickly shifted direction, and as soon as he took a few photos, he let out a "huh".

"What's wrong?" Mark was nervous.

"Is there a Chinese Yang behind Acheson? The real person looks more handsome than the Nobel attaché?" said when Mitchelson spoke, and a dozen shutters went out.

Mitchelson patted Mark on the shoulder again and said, "There's an accident, change it quickly." ”

"Yes. While Mark sped up, he whispered, "What accident?"

Yang Rui was unexpectedly handsome. Mitchelson licked his lips: "The guys who took the heads of Nobel laureates before should have been hanged in Norway, this is 99 points of handsomeness, let them only shoot 80 points." ”

Mark said aggrievedly: "I told you." I've seen Yang Rui in real people, and he's very handsome......"

"What's the use of talking about that now. I'm going to snap up Acheson and China Yang at the same time, a little faster!" Mitchelson patted Mark on the shoulder again.

"It's changed. Mark reported as quickly as possible.

"Hurry up. Mitchelson took a feeling, changing positions under his feet, his eyes were fixed on Yang Rui, but he didn't even care about the other Nobel attachés.

Of course, he never forgot to pat Mark on the shoulder.

It's just that as the excitement increases, Mitchelson shoots heavier and heavier.

When Yang Rui and the others sat down, Mitchelson breathed a sigh of relief, took another set of photos, and straightened up, but the hand on Mark's shoulder was stronger, and the latter's shoulder blade sank violently (but it was a twist of the trend, and the right hand knocked and hung, which was a move empty-handed into the white blade, a good Mark Zhuang, not only grabbed the weapon, launched a ruthless force, regardless of himself, he used all his strength, and violently split, and saw the red and white, and the flowers were sprinkled on the ground), and he couldn't help grinning: "If you shoot like this again, I will apply for a work-related injury." ”

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so happy. Mitchelson's eyes were bright, as if he had seen the Cotai Strip that had made his career unbeatable.

Next up is the Nobel Prize winner in Medicine and Physiology, Mr. Yang Rui from China. There were five opportunities to ask questions, and the first question ......" the moderator looked down and called out Mr. Mitchelson of the Stockholm Daily. ”

"Hello, Professor Yang Rui. "Mitchelson is an old journalist and has a good reputation in the press circle, and although the Nobel attaché is a bit of a unique way to photograph the Nobel attaché, in the eyes of the Swedes, it is a few years of introducing Swedish culture and the Swedes. It's just that he doesn't usually ask questions, but today he actively raised his hand and was immediately pointed out by the host.

"Hello. Yang Rui's attitude is natural, he has experienced too many similar press conferences.

"My question is this, how did Professor Yang Rui maintain his current figure in his busy scientific research? Haven't you considered entering the entertainment industry or the film and television industry? How did you stick to the scientific research community?" Mitchelson asked three questions in one breath.

Of course, three questions are not a reason to be surprised.

There are so many surprising things about these questions.

Yang Rui's experience accumulated at many press conferences was also in doubt, and he couldn't help but look around, wondering if he had come to a fake press conference.

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