Chapter 147: Autumn Story

What are Liu Yiming's classmates looking for him? Zhu Cheng estimated that it was a sloppy eye of the promotion association. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info he casually took the phone, sat on the desk, and picked up the phone.

And Zhao Ling felt strange for a while, Zhu Cheng was full of ruffians at this time, and there was a cold feeling enveloping him.

"Hello, Zhu Cheng." He pursed his lips and waited until the person on the other side answered.

An electronic voice that could not be heard male or female came out of the earpiece: "The chairman of Cree, the hand of God in the network field, and the king of black technology in reality." You have many titles, I am a member of the Promotion Association, and we sincerely invite you to join our Promotion Association and make your own contribution to the sustainable progress of science in the world! Exude your own dazzling light! ”

"No, no." After Zhu Cheng finished speaking, under Zhang Youlin's surprised gaze, he hung up the phone. The phone was hung up so decisively, it didn't give the other side a chance to lobby at all, and it was straightforward!

"I still have silkworms to the end of the silkworms, and the wax torch has turned to ashes and tears have begun to dry! Let me go and radiate light and heat, and think I am the sun? Zhu Cheng muttered, and then wrote and drew in the notebook on the table. He wrote as he spoke.

"Capital is a stumbling block to scientific progress, and this stumbling block has been even more insidious after World War II. When the winger told me, I didn't agree with it, until I declassified the data from Google's underground lab, and I discovered a lot of secrets that I didn't know. I've come to agree with him, and I'm ready to set out to eradicate the plague of this earth! ”

Zhu Cheng wrote and scratched at the same time, and after writing it, he read it again, and knew that this stubborn disease needed to be eliminated, but it could not be completed in three or two sentences. He smashed the project, stood up, and said with a smile, "I won't be impulsive, but I will move towards this goal." ”

He let out a long sigh, it wasn't the time for a final battle.

"Don't be impulsive." Zhang Youlin also wanted to talk to Zhu Cheng about Yang Haibin, but when he saw this state, he knew that it was not suitable, so he simply left.

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The Nobel Prize is about to begin, and the winger is preparing to receive the Nobel Prize, a gold medal engraved with a Nobel relief statue, and 10 million Swedish Prinz as a prize money.

During the send-off, the winger stood in front of the car with the No. 10 warhead and tried again to ask: "Teacher, can I not go and receive the award?" You know I don't really value this award right now. And recently, the research on superbugs has reached a critical time, and if only Qi Shuli has words, I am worried that I will not be able to keep busy. This kind of fame is completely unnecessary for me. ”

"It's a waste of time to go to that kind of place, in a golden place, wearing a tuxedo, sitting on a red stool, waiting for an announcement, and then taking the medal and the prize check, going to the middle to say thank you, and putting it in a red tote bag!"

The winger's face was reluctant, and this emotion had been squeezed for so long since the Polish flower had left his hand, and finally exploded before leaving.

"Go ahead, don't be scared." Zhang Youlin waved his hand and asked him to leave. I even inquired about the process clearly, and said I didn't want to go?

Zhu Cheng was also amused by this conversation, and said, "If you don't go, your reputation will be bigger, go ahead." ”

In addition to the deceased people in this world, there are only two people who have won the award and have not received the award, one is Jean Paul Sartre, a stubborn French philosophical writer. One is Le Duc Tho, a signatory of the Vietnam War Ceasefire Agreement.

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When Zhu Cheng was studying the history of quantum, he finally saw someone who made him refreshed. One award that corresponds to the Nobel Prize is also widely known, and that is the Funny Nobel Prize!

The Funny Nobel Prize is a funny parody of the Nobel Prize, which has been held annually since 1991. It is worth mentioning that Volkswagen has also won the Nobel Prize for Funny, and they have won the Nobel Prize for Funny by falsifying exhaust emission data. Of course, there are such terrible biologists who can turn into goats.

When the Nobel Prize is awarded, the audience will keep throwing paper airplanes at the stage.

When the hustle and bustle ends, the paper planes are cleaned up by a sweeper with a hat and a broom in his hand, and then loads them into the trash. Except for his trip to Stockholm, Sweden in 2005, he has never been absent from the stage of the Nobel Prize for Funny.

This man is the famous sweeping monk Roy Glauber! Quantum optics can become a discipline thanks to his contributions. Authentic Nobel laureate in physics.

"You can laugh at me, but don't laugh at my academic ideals." This is Roy Glauber's acceptance speech.

And his laser technology to cool atoms is the entry point in the introduction to quantum computers, and there is no way to quantize atoms, so how can we talk about the door of quantum computers? Daystar wants to improve his computing power, distributed computing has reached a kind of peak, and only a quantum computer can open the way for him to continue to evolve.

The Panlong Mountain outside the window is being transformed by large machinery, where the products in the library are manifested, the first-level books are high-tech, only beyond a little bit of the earth's level, and the technology in the second-level books is impossible to achieve without global power.

The winger sat in a chair at the Stockholm Concert Hall in Sweden, and the ceremony was very boring. More than 1,800 people attended the event, including members of the Swedish royal family and successive Nobel laureates. The men wore tuxedos, while the women also wore solemn evening dresses, and the atmosphere was grand and elegant.

First of all, Marcus, the president of the Nobel Foundation, gave a speech, counted the members who supported the Nobel Foundation, and then invited each winner to the stage in an exaggerated tone.

When Marcus called the winger's name, he was still wandering, and his mind was still thinking about the cancer patients who died because of the lack of timely treatment due to political and economic games! He seemed to see countless piles of white bones under his feet, and the people in this grand, solemn, and splendid concert hall seemed to have lost their disguises, revealing their greed engraved in their bones! The distorted expression made him a little frightened.

It wasn't until the person next to him poked the winger that he came back to his senses, and it was time for him to come to the stage.

When he sat on the red stool, he began to wander again. It seemed as if the little Polish girl was beckoning to him, begging him, and after pleading to no avail, she began to float throughout the room, up and down with Marcus's voice, and had no place to go.

"Welcome to King Carl XVI Gustaf of Sweden to present certificates and Nobel medals to the winners!" It wasn't until Marcus announced the award that he suddenly came back to his senses, squeezed his eyes hard, and his illusions faded.

When he got the certificate, bowed, and took the microphone to thank him, he suddenly felt that the congratulatory message he had prepared seemed a little too vulgar, and in the sky, the big eyes of the little Polish girl who kept drifting appeared in the sky, staring at him innocently.

It's an illusion! He squeezed his eyes hard again, trying to squeeze the illusion away! However, behind the little girl appeared a bunch of figures, floating in the sky, wailing on the ground, as if they had just returned from under the Nine Springs, and they still had the breath of hell on their bodies!

They're yelling at the wingers! Voice tearing! The loud sound even drowned out Marcus's voice! Babbling in his ear!

"Mr. Winger? Don't be nervous, everyone is waiting for your speech. Marcus forced himself and motioned for the staff to push the winger, who was still bending and bowing. He stood up and said calmly: "In the late autumn of last year, we flew to Warsaw, the capital of Poland, this famous city with a long history is in the 'golden autumn of Poland', the super high green area has brought more vitality to this historic city, even in autumn, there are still tenacious leaves standing on the branches. ”

"From the plane, we saw the typical European medieval red spires, with a cluster of buildings scattered on both sides of the Vistula River. On the iron bridge across the Vistula River, there is a lot of traffic, and it is prosperous. On both sides of the lively street, the houses are towering, the trees are lined with trees, and the lawns are continuous, and the whole city is like a giant ship moored in a sea of green. ”

"We received a call for help from Dominikowo, a small town in Poland and a famous place to visit in Poland. When we received a call for help, we were ready to go to dominikowo as soon as possible. ”

"However, the EU Medicines Agency's review of our Dawning Pharmaceutical has not been passed for a long time, and the EMA has not even given me a reason! It was a whole week of delays. We stayed in this town for a full week! Look at the little girl who called for help, and told her mother in a strong voice not to cry and that she would watch in heaven. Ask his father if heaven is free of diseases. ”

"While sending the little girl away, his father had a small party, and the townspeople were in the garden, admiring the romantic starry sky, lighting a bonfire, and the smell of Polish sausages wafted throughout the party. The little girl's friend placed the roller skates neatly beside him and sang around her. ”

In a joyous atmosphere, she closed her eyes. Say goodbye to the world. As she left, I asked myself why. It's a pity that I didn't get an answer, and today I stand in the splendid concert hall and throw this question to you. Why is that? You are all sages, can anyone reply to me on this question? ”

"She should have been rescued, and our medicines were piling up in the EMA's warehouse! And the relevant experimental data of Dawning have long been announced! What the hell took a whole week? I've called EMA several times, but to no avail. ”

"Why is that?"

ps: Autumn Story is a light music, you can search for it and listen to it. (To be continued.) )