I reach the pinnacle of life by learning

"People's Daily" editorial department.

Wang Chengfeng looked at the new assignment and found it difficult.

He couldn't help complaining to the Zhongchuan intern he brought with him: "Let me interview Qiao Yu, I really want to. Now that there are so many reporters in the whole country, who doesn't want to interview Qiao Yu. The question is, where is the f***ing person?"

Except when he was going to be on the news broadcast before, Qiao Yu cooperated with CCTV's interview.Other than that it just kind of disappeared from the press.All kinds of media can only turn over and over again.

But complaining like this, the task assigned by the leader must be completed.

Wang Chengfeng tidied up and drove to the gate of Yan University with his press card in the afternoon.

Because of the traffic jam, he arrived a little later, and the sunset was crimson.I don't know if it's an illusion, but he always feels that the gate of Yanda University looks more golden and magnificent than the last time he came here.

Wang Chengfeng held a recording pen, followed by an intern carrying a video camera, and the two walked into the school with the flow of people.

Suddenly, the guard stopped him: "What are those two over there without student ID cards doing?"

Wang Chengfeng smiled and said, "Hi, this is my press card."

Generally speaking, when you see the press card, the guard will let you go.

But this time, the guard frowned: "Sorry, we don't let reporters in here."

Wang Chengfeng stared wide-eyed, opened up his press card, and emphasized: "I am a reporter from People's Daily!"

The security guard let out a disdainful cold snort from his nasal cavity, and pointed to the wall: "Did you see that?"

Wang Chengfeng turned his head instantly and saw many familiar colleagues.

There is a central set, there is a central thirteen set, there are "Hua Guo Youth Daily", "Guangming Daily", "Southern Weekly"...

His colleagues showed him helpless smiles.

Wang Chengfeng was dumbfounded: "Not allowed in??"

Everyone is the mouthpiece of the country with a head and a face, the uncrowned king, when did you suffer this kind of treatment like the Internet self-media?

Guard: "The principal said that none of them can be released. Besides, Professor Qiao is not in the school."

Wang Chengfeng doesn't believe in evil.

With such a tight defense, who would believe that Qiao Yu wasn't inside.

He changed into a suit of clothes, prepared to pretend to be a student of Yan University who did not bring his student ID card, changed the school gate, and walked in swaggeringly - anyway, he was also a Yan University graduate seven or eight years ago.Coming back to Yanda University is like coming home.

The new guard looked at him for a long time: "You are not a reporter, are you? Why do you look so old?"

Wang Chengfeng: "No, no, I study mathematics!"

This time, he finally came in.

Then, he found out that the guard was not lying, and Qiao Yu was really not at school.

The intern said, "What should I do, teacher."

It took them a week to prepare just for writing the interview outline, and they vomited all the materials. Now the intern feels familiar with Qiao Yu and his girlfriend.

Wang Chengfeng is worthy of being a reporter for Renri, and the network behind the newspaper is still very wide.

Half an hour later, he found President Chen of Yanda University and explained his purpose.

Principal Chen said helplessly: "I can't get in touch with Qiao Yu either. Many media outlets asked me to contact him before. I've made too many calls, and I might be bored, so they blocked me directly."

Since the system turned on the smart shielding mode.President Chen's call was not answered.

Wang Chengfeng was dumbfounded: "You are the principal!"

Principal Chen said in his heart that he still knew that he was the principal.As the principal of Yan University, he also has his own works. In front of him, ordinary young scholars are trained like grandsons, and they dare not speak back.

But the problem is that there are many people who can be the principal. Principal Chen can count a dozen candidates from within the school with his eyes closed, and there is only one Qiao Yu in Huaguo.

Principal Chen waved his hand: "Let's not talk about this. If you really want to do an interview, you can go to the 'Zhougong Chinese Restaurant' on Zijinshan Street, opposite Diaoyutai."

In October, the weather in Yanjing has turned cold.

Qiao Yu still didn't know how to drive, so it was Liu Yi who drove for him.

He came to pick up Song Tianyu from get off work and have a meal by the way.

Back then, the state banquet chef from the Third Hospital agreed to come out and cook for Qiao Yu, but he didn't agree to become the home cook.

So the old man made a compromise and opened a restaurant near Qiao Yu's house.

The old man's surname is Zhou, so the name of the restaurant is "Zhou Gong".

The decoration of the restaurant is ordinary, there are no private rooms, only dine-in.There are six rectangular tables in the hall.

What to eat depends on what Chef Zhou wants to do that day.Sometimes the chef is too lazy to open it.At that time, his apprentice will cook.

This restaurant is indeed not taking the usual path.

Let's talk about hunger marketing, the price is not expensive; and there is really one meal a day, six tables at a time, and the dishes on each table are the same.

Let's talk about small profits but quick turnover... The taste and materials used are definitely beyond the reach of ordinary restaurants.

Anyway, according to this sales method, there is a high probability that the restaurant will not make any money.

The diners are worried, fearing that the restaurant will close down one day.

Today, everyone waited for dinner as usual.

The six tables were already full of people, and from time to time, people would come in to have a look and return disappointed.

Meng Deshun couldn't help being a little proud. He came over to line up at nine o'clock in the morning, but by noon, Zhou Gong's restaurant was not open.Many people who lined up with him left, and only Meng Deshun survived until three o'clock in the afternoon, successfully grabbing a seat.

He is a food blogger and a big V on the Internet.At the same time, he is also a little rich second generation.

Many restaurants paid a lot of money to him for promotion, but Meng Deshun declined.Just obey your heart and promote the restaurant with the best taste.

This restaurant, which was newly opened for more than half a month, has already caused a heated discussion in the local gourmet circle.

Meng Deshun knew more information than others.

The owner of Zhougong restaurant is Mr. Zhou, who was the chef of Diaoyutai Hotel before, and has been the chef of several state banquets.It is definitely a "National Treasure Chef", far from being comparable to the chefs of "Michelin" and "Black Pearl" restaurants.

Generally speaking, it is difficult for ordinary people like them to enjoy it.I don't know why Mr. Zhou can't think about it so much in his later years, so he came out to do charity.

Just as Meng Deshun was thinking so, a man in a black suit walked in from the outside.

Master Zhou's apprentice Xiao Wang rushed up to meet him: "Brother Liu, why are you here?"

Liu Erdao: "The professor said he would come for dinner in the afternoon. I'll come over to see if there are any potential safety hazards."

When Liu Er was working in the army, his main focus was in the field of anti-reconnaissance and anti-terrorism, and he could defuse bombs with his bare hands.

Xiao Wang said that he received it, and then started chasing people from table to table: "I'm sorry, the chef is unwell today and will not open. I'm very sorry."

Some diners were dissatisfied: "Aside from the chef, don't he have a few apprentices?"

Xiao Wang: "I'm sorry, I'm all sick, it's an infectious disease."

The diners had no choice but to leave cursing.

Meng Deshun was also cursing and was very angry, but he listened more, and heard the word professor at the tip of his ear.

As a high-level intellectual, the professor has a high social status in any country.

However, Meng Deshun couldn't figure out why he would drive away all the people in the restaurant for a professor.

What professor, so famous?

Maybe it's corruption, you can expose it!

He was going to wait and see at the door, but unfortunately he forgot to put on his eyes, and no one came.

Instead, he saw another acquaintance, Wang Chengfeng.

Meng Deshun considered himself half of the media industry, but he was really embarrassed to go up to friendship with Wang Chengfeng.

The other party is a reporter from Renri, who is regarded as an official official literati.Social energy is by no means comparable to that of ordinary journalists.

However, Wang Chengfeng recognized him: "You look familiar, are you walking together?"

"Brother Wang, hello." Meng Deshun shook hands with him, "I'm Meng Deshun. I'm a self-media. There was a Huaxia Food Festival before, and we met once."

Wang Chengfeng looked blank: "Oh, it's Xiaomeng. What a coincidence."

Looking at Wang Chengfeng's expression, Meng Deshun knew that the other party did not recognize him.

But this is also a normal thing, the number of people the other party has to contact in a day is countless, and it is difficult for him to remember himself.

"Brother Wang, what are you doing here?" Meng Deshun was very at a loss, and passed a cigarette up.

Although the Chinese restaurant is delicious, it can't be seen as alarming to the extent of the Party Central Committee.

For the sake of the cigarette, Wang Chengfeng replied, "I'm doing an interview. It's hard to find people, so I had to go to the place to eat."

Meng Deshun is a man with a bright mind.

"Interview with... the professor?"

Wang Chengfeng was a little surprised: "You also know that Qiao Yu is here? I'm still waiting for him to go in after eating."

Meng Deshun: "It's Qiao Yu... Oh, this. How could he come here to eat?"

Wang Chengfeng laughed at himself: "The restaurants are all specially opened for others, why can't we come here to eat?"

He was a little shocked, but also a little confused.

Before, Mr. Yuan owned a villa and drove a million-dollar luxury car. Many people complained about it on the Internet.

Although Meng Deshun didn't think it was necessary to swear, in his impression, scientific researchers in Huaguo couldn't escape the label of peace and prosperity.

How did he come to Qiao Yu? It seems that he is a little different from the simple scholar in his impression.

"You are all Renri reporters, and you still can't interview him?"

Wang Chengfeng: "What's wrong with Renri's reporters? There are assignments on the top, and they won't accept them if they say they don't accept them. What else can you do besides being thick-skinned?"

After finishing speaking, he put out the cigarette and threw it into the trash can: "I got the news that Professor Qiao finished eating, so I'm leaving first. I'm afraid I won't be in time if it's too late."

Qiao Yu waited for a while, and Wang Chengfeng came in with a recording pen.

This is not the first time he has been interviewed by People's Daily. The last time was when he just won the Cole Prize in Number Theory.

If it wasn't for the task named above, Qiao Yu actually didn't like being interviewed very much.

But Wang Chengfeng came after him, and he was too embarrassed to drive him out.

Wang Chengfeng smiled all over his face: "Professor Qiao, when I interviewed you last time, I had only graduated a few years ago, and you were still a student. Now, in a blink of an eye, you will soon become an academician."

Qiao Yu replied: "I haven't chosen yet, it's too polite."

Wang Chengfeng: "Sooner or later, what's in the pocket."

Wang Chengfeng glanced at the people around him.

Qiao Yu said: "My friend, don't worry about it."

This interview, unsurprisingly, also revolves around the research and development process of universal targeted drugs.

These are all first-hand information, and Wang Chengfeng's thinking quickly became active, thinking about how to write the manuscript.

Although Qiao Yu didn't like accepting interviews, the interview process this time went quite smoothly, and his attitude was very cooperative.

Wang Chengfeng put away the recorder with a lot of enthusiasm: "Looking at it this way, the research and development process is still quite difficult... By the way, Professor Qiao. You have been nominated for the Nobel Prize again this year, and it seems that the results will be announced tonight. I don’t know. What do you think?"

The results of the Nobel Prize are announced in mid-October every year, and the awards are presented in Sweden on December 12, the anniversary of Nobel's death.

The interval of two months is because the transportation was not well developed at the time, and it took a while for the scientists to hurry.

If you turn on the TV now and search for foreign channels, you may be able to find the live broadcast of the Royal Swedish Academy.

Television stations in Huaguo don't like to broadcast this.

When Qiao Yu went to school in the first or second year, everyone was looking forward to it for a while.

It's a pity that after running for five years, people all over the country are tired.

Once he said this, Qiao Yu didn't feel sleepy anymore.

During the meal, Liu Yi was still talking about the news from the Swedish embassy that the professors from the Karolinska Institutet and the Royal Swedish Academy had come out of the meeting room. It took a week to discuss the results.

If nothing else happens, wait a few more hours and the nominees for the Nobel Prize in Physiology and Medicine will be announced.

"Let's go with the fate. You can get the best, and you can't be dragged down." He replied very casually, "Anyway, I don't need a Nobel Prize to prove myself."