Chapter 2930 Nothing

"Chang Yue and the others will go from this point of view." Su Yun and Zheng Ren said.

"The upper part is the hall."

"Well, we're going backstage."

Walking on the red carpet, Zheng Ren had a very subtle feeling, not so sacred and excited, but more like wanting to go back to 912. Walking in the corridor of the operating room seems to make me more at ease.

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

Zheng Ren shook his head and looked inside, but he couldn't see Lan, so he asked, "Why is it called the Lan Hall?"

"During the construction, the design was pasted with ocean-colored mosaics. When I checked the rough, I thought it was very good. There was no need to change it. The name of the Blue Hall has been kept. I heard it from the tour guide a few years ago. I don’t know if it’s true or not. You Just listen seriously." Su Yun said with a smile.

Zheng Ren observed carefully that the lintel of the Blue Hall was extremely finely carved, and the pipe organ speaker above the gate had hundreds of sound pipes, each of which could be clearly seen. It took a lot of effort to build it back then.

Shaking hands and exchanging greetings with the other Nobel laureates, Zheng Ren saw that his energy value had dropped by more than half, so he couldn't help but heaved a long sigh.

"Boss, come on stage to accept the award. Where's your dinner script?" Su Yun asked.

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

"You shouldn't repeat what Mr. Mo Yan said, I think it will work."

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

"Don't talk nonsense, get ready."

"Don't worry, the official start will be at 4:30." Zheng Ren was bored and hid in a corner. Watching Professor Rudolf Wagner chatting around like a courtesan, I feel all this is boring.

"Look, Daoguo is wearing a kimono. Boss, should you be wearing Hanfu?" Su Yun looked at a Daoguo Nobel Prize winner and whispered.

"A tuxedo and a bow tie are fine, the form doesn't matter," Zheng Ren said.

"Tch, who was it yesterday, who stayed up all night just to step on the snow! The form doesn't matter now? It smells so good!" Su Yun said contemptuously.

"It's okay, how can the Nobel Prize be compared with Yi Ren." Zheng Ren said calmly.

"Love beauty but not country, praise!" Su Yun's mocking smile overflowed.

Zheng Ren obviously didn't agree with these words, he shook his head.

"If you don't want to say it, don't say it, it's nothing. It's probably Raphson who is talking on the stage, and then the king will give you an award, a certificate, and a box containing the medal. You can just come back with a few words." Su Yundao, "But don't say it A few words, it’s really a brocade night walk.”

"Think carefully about how to perform surgery on Xiaoshi when you go back to ecmo. Doing a good surgery is much better than the fake scenery here." Zheng Ren said with a smile.

Su Yun shrugged. For a single-threaded monster like his own boss, he can touch and think about a lot more things. Do these two things matter? Su Yun's answer is definitely no.

At 16:30, the band played the Swedish national anthem from the front desk. Zheng Ren stood intently, unlike the Olympic Games, it seemed a bit regretful that he couldn't hear the March of the Volunteers.

A few minutes later, a hostess wearing a strange hat led the crowd in. Zheng Ren tidied up his tuxedo, followed the physics and chemistry prize winners, and stepped on Mozart's waltz to the highlight moment in the eyes of others.

The second floor is the ballroom, also known as the Golden Hall, with a depth of 25 meters. Zheng Ren walked in and took a look. The color of local tyrant gold was really admirable, and the golden light caught his eyes. Taking a closer look, those golden lights are emitted by pieces of golden mosaics that are more than ten centimeters in size.

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

"Uh... oh."

"These mosaics are made by firing a piece of gold leaf between two pieces of white glass. The entire hall used 18 million pieces. They are not serious gold bricks. I asked you to come and see them yesterday. If you don't look at them, you're dazed now." Su Yun whispered, "Don't be ashamed, go and sit down."

The audience roared with applause, and Zheng Ren saw Yi Ren, who took Lin Wan'er's arm and waved her arm. At this time, Zheng Ren finally showed a smile.

"The mosaic at the rostrum is the most famous. The woman with big eyes holding a crown and a scepter in the middle is the goddess Mälaren, the patron saint of Stockholm.

It is said that her throne is floating on Lake Mälaren in front of the gate, and there are groups of people flocking to her on the left and right sides, with Westerners on the right and Easterners on the left, which means that people all over the world yearn for Stockholm. "Su Yun introduced in a low voice.

Sit in a chair, listen to the speech of the chairman of the jury, and then the speech of the chairman of the physics review committee, and then the winner of this year's physics prize came to the stage and took a black book and a box from the king.

The two shook hands, had a cordial exchange, and then the physics laureate left.

It turned out that there was really no need to give a speech on stage. It was estimated that the speech mentioned would be at the dinner later, so Zheng Ren was immediately relieved.

There are music and arias inserted in the middle of each paragraph, which makes Zheng Ren feel drowsy. Without that artistic cell, I really can't appreciate this kind of beauty.

After Dr. Raphson took the stage, Zheng Ren cheered up. Dr. Raphson's system panel has turned reddish, and the effect of the early treatment of the tumor is still good, and his voice does not feel chest tightness or shortness of breath.

With a smile on his face, he began to talk about the significance of the TIPS operation very elegantly. How many hepatitis B patients in the world, how many patients with advanced liver cirrhosis, how much the improved surgery has changed, and how many lives can be saved.

Listening to Dr. Raphson's speech, Zheng Ren felt absurd. At that time, he was the one who kept obstructing him. Even with the help of Dr. Mehar, if he hadn't happened to meet the old Luo Qie, he was afraid that there would still be no hope for this year's Nobel Prize.

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

A smile appeared on the corner of Zheng Ren's mouth, not a sneer, not a sarcasm, the smile was flat, as if looking at the frozen Lake Mälaren in front of the city hall.

A few minutes later, Dr. Raphson finished his speech. Zheng Ren stood up, walked under the N-shaped light, and saw His Majesty the King approaching with a black notebook and box in his hand.

"Zheng, your work is very meaningful."

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

significance?

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

This sentence was said in Chinese, and then Zheng Ren was taken aback when he saw His Majesty the King.

"Nothing." Zheng Ren said affirmatively.