Chapter 461: The World's Most Crowded Dinner Party
Nervous?
Probably a little.
But I don't feel it anymore.
Agitated?
That's a must.
As the highest honor in the scientific community, it is also the greatest praise for a scholar in the academic community and even in the world.
The Nobel Prize can bring something far beyond the nine million crowns in itself.
In this regard alone, even the Fields Medal is inferior by half a point.
In a thunderous applause, Lu Zhou walked smoothly onto the podium.
During a brief meeting of the jury, Academician Klaas smiled at him, Academician Orlov nodded to him, Ms. Linser was expressionless, and Academician Brzezinski ...... Might seem a little unhappy?
Obviously, even now, there are still considerable divisions within the Nobel Prize in Chemistry jury.
But in any case, at this moment, it is a foregone conclusion.
Under the gaze of a pair of eyes, under the gaze of the cameras of media journalists from all over the world, Lu Zhou received the award certificate and the shining gold medal from the hands of King Carl XVI Gustav.
Holding the right hand of the landing boat, he shook it, and Carl XVI Gustav said with a smile.
"Congratulations, young scholar, you are the youngest of the awards I have given in so many years."
Lu Zhou nodded politely and said with a smile: "Thank you, I dare to promise that I will get younger and younger in the future." β
Karl XVI smiled and said: "Haha, I hope so, may our science be young forever!" β
The audience stood up and saluted.
Applause resounded through the Stockholm Concert Hall.
And it endures......
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After the award ceremony.
As is customary, all laureates and invited guests to the ceremony will be moved to the Blue Room of Stockholm City Hall for the famous Nobel Dinner.
Looking at the brick-red building sitting next to the lake, Lu Zhou, who was walking up the stairs, suddenly said, "Actually, I wanted to ask last time I came here." β
Academician Staffan said with a pleasant face: "What do you want to ask?" Maybe I can answer it for you. β
Lu Zhou glanced around and said casually, "Why is this called the Blue Hall?" I didn't feel at all that there was any place here that looked blue. β
Hearing this question, Academician Staffan smiled and said in a humorous tone: "Many people have asked me this question. It is said that the designers of the town hall originally intended to paint the area blue to complement the view of Lake MΓ€laren, but when it was finally built, everyone found that the red bricks looked more solemn. β
Lu Zhou teased: "In other words, the Blue Hall is actually not finished yet?" β
Academician Staffan said with a smile: "From the point of view of the design drawing, this is theoretically true. β
"Finished" or not, the Nobel Prize has been held here for more than a century. For this ritual, which can be called ancient in the academic world, not only the academic community is full of interest, but also the people outside the academic world.
Every year, thousands of people write to the Nobel Prize Foundation to apply for a chance to attend the gala, even if the odds of winning the lottery are no different from winning the jackpot.
After taking a seat under the reception of the organizer, Lu Zhou glanced around the Blue Hall.
I saw that there was a crowd of people between the rows of long tables, which was even more crowded than the scene of the report meeting.
If there is any difference between it and the Kraford Prize ceremony, I am afraid it is crowded.
Thirteen hundred people ate at the same time, and when all the guests were seated, everyone was almost shoulder to shoulder. Legend has it that the width of the dining space per capita here is only 40 centimeters, but Lu Zhou feels that the real situation may be more serious than he thinks.
Soon, the first course came up, a bottle of red wine without a label.
When the cork is opened, the dense bubbles are stretched like a string of thin threads, extending from the bottom of the bottle to the mouth of the bottle, lasting so long that it seems to be able to go on forever. In addition to the elegant floral and fruity aromas, the bouquet also has a hint of roasted oak.
Pouring a glass into the goblet for Lu Zhou and himself, Academician Staffan introduced with a smile, "Funie, the French Grand Cru Small Farmer Champagne, its characteristics are mellow and sweet. In order to meet the supply of more than 1,000 people, the Nobel Foundation signed a special estate. β
Looking at the clear wine, Lu Zhou smiled: "You guys will really enjoy it." β
"It's not just enjoyment, it's also respect," Academician Staffan smiled and raised his glass, "Cheers." β
Lu Zhou clinked glasses with him: "Cheers!" β
As Academician Staffan described, the wine in the throat is extraordinarily sweet and evocative.
Perhaps, this is the taste of victory?
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The atmosphere in the Blue Room is hot, and there is not much outside the Blue Room.
Although it is already dark in Northern Europe, it is far from bedtime.
Many Stockholm locals take a walk to the shores of Lake MΓ€laren and look up at the red brick building from afar.
There are also local overseas Chinese and international students.
If anyone is happier than Lu Zhou and his family, it is undoubtedly the local Chinese community.
Excluding those who are extreme, for most people who live in a foreign land, there is no one who can empathize more with the accomplishments of their fellow human beings than they are.
As early as October, when the Nobel Prize in Chemistry jury announced the list of chemistry prizes, the Chinese diaspora throughout Stockholm held a celebration.
And now it seems that the pomp and circumstance of that time is just a rehearsal for today.
For the people gathered here today are much larger than those of that day.
With red lanterns in their hands, they stood outside the Stockholm City Hall, standing in a black row along the side of the street.
Out of curiosity, many local citizens also joined in.
From a distance, it looks like a swim. Okay, it's like a festival.
This scene naturally can't escape the eyes of reporters.
Turning the camera on the crowd gathered outside Stockholm City Hall, CTV's reporter lady faced the camera and said in an enthusiastic voice.
On the night of the Nobel Prize, many locals, overseas Chinese, and Chinese students gathered outside the Stockholm City Hall. With red lanterns in their hands, they hope to send the warmest and most sincere blessings to the Chinese scholar Lu Zhou in such a special way. β
"Let's interview them and see what they think at this moment!"
As she spoke, she grabbed a younger-looking, Chinese-faced passer-by and asked in a nice voice.
"Hello, sir, are you an international student?"
The little brother in the down jacket nodded: "Yes." β
"On December 10 in previous years, is it so lively here?"
Brother of the international student: "It depends, it is very lively outside Stockholm City Hall at this time of year, but this year it is especially lively." β
The reporter asked with a smile: "Do you feel about Professor Lu Zhou's Nobel Prize?" β
The little brother smiled heartily: "Well, my biggest feeling is that after seeing Professor Lu, I finally knew the distance between myself and the Nobel Prize." β
The reporter had an embarrassed but polite smile on his face.
Nonsense, do you still want to say this?
Habitually peeled it off.
The little brother coughed lightly, straightened the look on his face, and continued.
"Of course, in addition to these, the biggest touch on me is that I have seen the progress and development of the Chinese academic community from him."
"Talents in the new era are growing, and there may still be a lack of them, but in time, I believe that not only Professor Lu, but also more scholars from China will come to this international stage and make their voices heard!"
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