Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Anderson looked at the back of Houston's departure, with some irony and fear in his heart.

In Swedish academia, Nobel Prize affairs are a big cake. Sweden is a small country with only 9 million people. The total number of universities in Sweden, regardless of whether they are famous or not, is not many. Naturally, there are not many scholars and academic management talents. The Nobel Prize business is more than just awards.

Behind the Nobel Prize is a huge group composed of a series of committees and fund companies. Whether it is a high-end scholar who has broken away from the front line, or a scholar who has given up on the academic summit to participate in the Nobel Prize, it is The broad road that belongs exclusively to the Swedes not only represents a generous salary or power, but also means a very high social status, especially an international status.

Anderson, who understands three foreign languages, cares a lot about this, and has always been ahead on this road.

However, Houston seems to have the intention of overtaking in a curve.

Anderson was very dissatisfied with this, just like seeing a car speeding on the highway.

If you want to be a figure capable of influencing the Nobel Prize in Stockholm University, you have to ask me.

Anderson silently thought about how to give Houston a heavy reminder.

"Is this the place where Yang Rui gave a speech?" A man in a black suit climbed up the stairs, ten meters away from Anderson, and shouted, not knowing who he was talking to.

However, Anderson is the person in charge of today's meeting, and he has to deal with all normal and abnormal affairs.

Anderson could only stand up, looked at the black suit below, and asked, "What do you call it?"

"Leinaldo." The black suit saw someone answer, and came to Anderson in three steps and two steps.

Anderson frowned, feeling instinctively that the other party was not an insider.

There is no such insider.

He looked at the other party with a reviewer's eyes. The fabric of the suit seemed to be very good, a little too good, so that the price far exceeded the level that ordinary scholars could afford-most of the scholars are middle-class, even if they can go to Stockholm for a meeting. The same is true of scholars. They can get the air ticket money from the government or individual investors, but it is estimated that they will not get the installation fee.

On the other hand, the suit style of the other party is a bit too tight and stylish, just like the other party's figure, without the weakness and thinness of ordinary researchers.

Of course, ordinary researchers can also exercise. This is not a reason to stop the other party.

Anderson smiled, and then said: "Excuse me, do you bring an invitation letter? We are seated for today's meeting."

"You answer me first, is this the venue for Yang Rui's speech?" The black suit stopped following Anderson's rhythm.

Anderson secretly despised it, and said to his heart, this is called reading a paper in public.

Anderson coughed slightly and said, "Yes. But an invitation letter is needed."

"There is an invitation letter, you wait." The black suit finished speaking and ignored him, turning to face the bottom of the stairs and shouting: "That's right here. Come up."

Stockholm University is also a prestigious university with a history of hundreds of years. The lecture hall used today is also a century-old stone building. The long stairs seem to represent the stairs that are difficult to cross. The long stretched to the front, there are hundreds of sections. Much.

This kind of step looks magnificent, and it is hard to walk.

The guests usually stand under the steps, admire the handsome auditorium first, take a photo to put on a POSE or something, then go round to the side to take the elevator, although there are some people walking up the stairs, but not many.

However, with a word in the black suit, more than a dozen people appeared under the steps, talking and laughing, and then quickly climbed up.

Anderson suddenly had the illusion that he was about to be attacked.

"Take it, our invitation letter." The black suit clicked cheerfully, and took out a stack of invitation letters from his bag.

Anderson first looked at the gold thread on the cover, there was no problem. It was an invitation letter made by our school, and then opened the inside. Anderson naturally read out: "Dr. Leonardo, well, my influence. Dr. Leonardo is from Florence. Professor, are you in your fifties this year?"

Anderson looked at the other person's clean skin, frowning.

He now regrets not arranging security personnel here.

"I like this name, forget it, let's use this one." The black suit said that he actually handed in another invitation letter. This time he changed his name to Bunyan, now 38 years old.

I still feel that the other party is not this age, but Anderson can't refute it.

At the same time, Comrade Bunyan stuffed a lot of invitation letters over, pointed randomly at the people behind him, and said: "These are all ours."

"Wait, I have to check it." Anderson looked at the men in suits full of sturdy air, sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Check one by one, how can it be in time?" Bunyan pushed Anderson's shoulder so that he could not move, and when he turned his head away, everyone was integrated into the auditorium.

"Trouble is coming." Anderson howled twice in his heart, and when he was about to enter the auditorium to find someone, he saw a group of people rushing up from under the steps.

"Is this here?" The leader grasped the leader with his hands, and the corners of his strong eyes had muscles.

Anderson stood still helplessly and asked, "Where are you looking?"

"Yang Rui, is this right?"

"Mr. Yang Rui will read his paper in public here today... Wait, your invitation letter..."

After the team had gone, a thin man stood up, took out the invitation letter from his bag and handed it to Anderson, saying, "We are from the FBI."

"What?" Anderson saw the ID inexplicably in surprise. He originally thought it was a unit that could only be seen in the movie.

The thin man smiled and said, "I can go in now."

"En... Hey, no, you don't have law enforcement rights in Sweden." Anderson furiously said: "How do you Americans..."

"This is a letter from your Swedish government." The other party handed out another envelope.

Anderson watched in silence before allowing people to enter.

For the next ten minutes, Anderson spent most of his time dealing with people he didn't know.

"Mr. Anderson." The staff in the auditorium ran out and shouted again.

"What's the matter?" Anderson was very upset.

"There's going to be a fight inside." The staff member whispered.

Anderson was shocked. There are more media than mice, and it is inevitable that there will be a scandal.

He hurriedly walked in, and asked: "Did you notify the security?"

"It's been here long ago, it's useless, it was overthrown with a slap."

Anderson didn't know what it was, but when he entered the auditorium, he saw an amazing scene. Two men with big waists, one person in each hand, put them on top of each other, and then helped to adjust the clothes.

In Anderson's mind, they were two scholars from London, both of whom were now frightened.

The man who claimed to be the FBI before also frowned and looked at the side. The style of the group of people was incompatible with the person next to him.

"Hello, please let me." Strange English ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ came from behind.

Anderson frowned when he glanced at it. Why are there still Japanese in kimono?

"Marcellus, you're here too." The Japanese didn't know Anderson, so they just nodded to him, walked over to the first Italians who came, and greeted affectionately.

His entourages were all wearing suits, with a sluggish appearance, with their hands in a beautiful square formation.

Anderson is certain that these people are definitely not scholars.

"How? Mr. Yang Rui's appeal is so strong." Houston couldn't wait to laugh out loud and said: "I didn't expect to read a paper and call half of the United Nations out."

Well, it's not a small nation with no characteristics. If you count it, there are dozens or hundreds of foreigners in the auditorium.

"Just don't make trouble." Anderson said tiredly.

(End of this chapter)