"Chang Yue and the others are going to go from this side." Su Yun and Zheng Ren said.

“The hall is above.”

"Well, we're going to the backstage."

Walking on the red carpet, Zheng Ren had a very subtle feeling, not so sacred or excited, but more of it was wanting to return to 912. Walking in the corridor of the operating room seemed to make himself more at ease.

"Inside is the famous Blue Hall, the traditional Nobel Prize awards hall, where ceremonies and banquets are held. You have to speak during the banquet, have you thought about what to say?"

Zheng Ren shook his head and looked inside, but no blue was seen, and then asked, "Why is it called Blue Hall?"

"When the construction was built, I designed a mosaic with a Shanghai color. I felt it was very good when I accepted the blanks. There was no need to change them, so the name of the Blue Hall kept calling me. I heard what the tour guide said a few years ago. If you don't know whether it is true or not, just listen to it seriously." Su Yun smiled.

Zheng Ren observed carefully that the lintel of the Blue Hall was extremely finely carved, and the organ speaker at the upper part of the gate had hundreds of sound tubes, each of which could be clearly visible. The effort was spent on construction at that time.

He shook hands and greeted each other with other Nobel Prize winners. Zheng Ren couldn't help but sighed deeply as he saw that his energy had already been reduced by more than half.

"Boss, come on stage to receive the award, where is your dinner manuscript?" Su Yun asked.

"It's down in the hotel." Zheng Ren said expressionlessly.

"You won't say Mr. Mo Yan's trick again, I think it's OK."

"Normal, it's the most economical to say again." Zheng Ren said, "If possible, I will definitely do this."

"Don't talk nonsense, prepare for it."

"Don't worry, it will officially start at 4:30." Zheng Ren was bored and hid in the corner. Looking at Professor Rudolf Wagner chatting around like a socialite, he felt that all this was boring.

"Look, the island country is wearing kimono. Boss, should you wear Hanfu?" Su Yun whispered to a Nobel Prize winner in the island country.

"The tuxedo, the bow tie is pretty good, the form is not important." Zheng Ren said.

"Tsk, who was yesterday? I didn't sleep all night, just to step on the snow! The form is no longer important now? It smells so good!" Su Yun said contemptuously.

"It's okay, how can I compare with Yiren to the Nobel Prize?" Zheng Ren said frankly.

"Love beauty but not the country, praise!" Su Yun was filled with sarcastic smile.

Zheng Ren obviously disagreed with these words, so he shook his head.

"If you don't want to say it, it's nothing. It's probably because of the guy Rafson is talking on the stage, and then the king presents you with an award, a certificate and a box with medals. Just come back with a few words." Su Yun said, "But if you don't say a few words, it's really a night of brocade clothes."

"Think about how to perform surgery on Xiao Shitou when you go back, and do a good job of surgery. It is much better than the fake scenery here." Zheng Ren said with a smile.

Su Yun shrugged. For a single-threaded monster like his boss, he can contact and think about a lot more things. Does these two things have any impact? Su Yun's answer is definitely no.

At 16:30, the band's sound of the Swedish national anthem came from the front desk. Zheng Ren stood intently, unlike the Olympics, and it seemed a bit regretful that he could not hear the marches of the Volunteers.

A few minutes later, a polite girl wearing a weird hat led everyone into the venue. Zheng Ren sorted out her tuxedo, followed the winner of the physics and chemistry prize, and walked into the highlight moment in others' eyes while stepping on Mozart's waltz.

The second floor is a dance hall, which is the famous Golden Hall, which is 25 meters deep. When Zheng Ren walked in, he saw that the color of the rich gold was amazing, and the golden light shone in his eyes. When he looked closely, the golden light was emitted by golden mosaics of more than ten centimeters.

"Let's go." Su Yun pushed Zheng Ren from behind.

"Uh."

"These mosaics are made of a piece of gold foil in the middle of two white glass pieces. The entire hall used 18 million yuan. It is not serious gold bricks. I asked you to see it yesterday and you didn't look at it. Now I'm stunned." Su Yun whispered, "Don't embarrass you, hurry up and sit down."

Applause roared from the audience. Zheng Ren saw Yiren. She took Lin Wan'er's arm and waved her arms. At this time, Zheng Ren finally smiled.

"The mosaic painting on the rostrum is the most famous. The woman with a big-eyed eyed holding a crown and a scepter in the middle is the goddess Melaren, the patron god of Stockholm.

It is said that her throne floated on Lake Melaren in front of the door, and a group of people rushed towards her on both sides. On the right are Westerners and on the left are Easterners, which means that people all over the world yearn for Stockholm." Su Yun introduced in a low voice.

Sitting in a chair, listening to the speech of the chairman of the jury, followed by the speech of the chairman of the jury, the winner of the Physics Award this year took the stage and took a black notebook and a box from the king.

The two shook hands and had a few cordial conversations, then the winner of the physics prize left.

It turned out that I really didn’t have to give a speech on stage. I guess the speech I mentioned was at the dinner later, so Zheng Ren was relieved.

There are music and arias in the middle of each paragraph, and Zheng Ren is drowsy. He doesn't have that artistic cell, and he really can't appreciate this beauty.

As Dr. Rafson took the stage, Zheng Ren was cheering up. Dr. Rafson's system panel had turned slightly red, and the early treatment of tumors was still good. His voice was not as tight as he spoke, and he felt short of breath.

He smiled and began to talk about the significance of the operation with an extremely elegant smile. How many hepatitis B patients around the world, how many patients with advanced cirrhosis have changed, how many lives can be saved by the modified surgery.

Listening to Dr. Rafson's speech, Zheng Ren had a very ridiculous feeling. At that time, he was constantly obstructing him. Even with the help of Dr. Mehal, if he had not met Old Roche by chance, he would have been afraid that this year's Nobel Prize would still be hopeless.

At this time, Dr. Rafson stood on the stage and talked about the significance of the operation.

Zheng Ren's smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, not a sarcasm, not a sarcasm, his smile was plain, as if he was looking at the frozen Lake Melaren in front of the city hall.

A few minutes later, after Dr. Rafson finished his speech, Zheng Ren stood up and walked to the shadow of his body, and saw His Majesty the King walking over with a black notebook and a box in his hand.

"Zheng, your work is very meaningful."

The two shook hands, and Zheng Ren heard His Majesty the King say with a smile.

significance?

In an instant, Zheng Ren thought a lot. Scenes flashed by, Zheng Ren smiled, held His Majesty the King's hand and moved it gently, and then let go, "Meaning?"

This sentence is said in Chinese, and then Zheng Ren was stunned when he saw His Majesty the King.
Chapter completed!