United States.

Times Headquarters.

Bill sat in the main seat of the conference room with a gloomy face, holding a cigar in his hand, and spitting out clouds from time to time, making the entire office smoky.

Sitting on both sides of the conference table were more than 20 senior executives of the group, each of whom was trying hard to endure this dirty environment and sucking second-hand smoke.

Gordon sat not far from Bill, and he didn't dare to raise his head, staring at a piece of paper on the table with a dull eyes. There was a news on the paper - the Nobel Prize in Literature was announced today, and Ding Peng of China won the honor!

After smoking the whole long cigar, Bill squeezed the cigar into the ashtray, then took a sip of warm coffee from the side and cleared his throat and started talking.

"Everyone, are you quite surprised to see this news? Ding Peng, the talents we are trying our best to recruit, oh, no, now they should be the talents we are trying hard to suppress. Not only were they not beaten to death by us, he also won the Nobel Prize in Literature magically. Are you surprised? Are you surprised?"

No one answered Bill's words, because he could hear Bill's tone was obviously wrong when he said these words, as if he was joking about himself, and at the same time he was vaguely unwilling to accept it.

"What an amazing talent. If we can recruit him, we won't say anything else. Just this Nobel Prize in Literature can also give us a lot of gold. Unfortunately, such talents have no fate with our company."

"Now, I'm curious about what kind of person this is, who can write classic songs like California Hotel and my heart eternal and recreate these past history yesterday, and at the same time write a masterpiece like "The Old Man and the Sea". Is this really something that one person can accomplish?"

"Everyone, let's talk about your own ideas. Should we continue to suppress this person, or should we reconsider the plan?"

Throwing this question to his subordinates, Bill took out another cigar, cut off the front with a cigar cutter, and then lit it with a match.

The most authentic thing about smoking cigars is to use matches, which can better taste the original taste of cigars.

After taking a big mouthful, he spit out a light blue smoke. Bill's eyes looked at the top leaders through the smoke, waiting for them to express their opinions without any haste.

It’s just that a long time has passed, but no one speaks.

In the end, there was no choice but to name Bill.

"Gordon, you have been in contact with Ding Peng for a lot. Now let me tell you what you think."

Gordon smiled bitterly and said to me that I had contacted many things, and I met a total of them, but he was fooled by him and three plane tickets were taken away.

But Bill asked him to say that he dared not not say it.

So Gordon coughed, crossed his hands on the table, and said, "President, I think we must first determine whether this Ding Peng is the Ding Peng who wrote the song. After all, there are many Chinese people, and there are many people with the same name."

After hearing what Gordon said, everyone else nodded.

Because Gordon was right, China has a population of 14.5 billion, and there are many people who are named after it. Don’t be the Ding Peng who won the award is not the Ding Peng they are looking for, so the meeting will be boring.

Bill gently spit out a smoke ring and said, "Godden, I'm very responsible now. This Ding Peng is the Ding Peng we were going to recruit before. After I got this news, I asked someone to inquire about the situation as soon as possible. Ding Peng is from Dongling City, Huaxia, and Ding Peng, who wrote the song, is also from Dongling City, Huaxia."

"There are many people in Dongling City, and there is also the possibility of a duplicate name." Gordon said unwillingly.

Bill laughed and said, "You still can't believe that these two Ding Peng are the same person, right? Actually, I had the idea of ​​you at the beginning, but now I don't have it because they are the same person. This matter is already very lively in China, and you should also know that the book "The Old Man and the Sea" was indeed created by Ding Peng, who wrote the song."

"Uh~~President, I don't know how to say this. If you want to hear your thoughts, I will definitely support you."

Gordon's hair was also a slippery person, and he threw the problem to Bill again.

Bill was stunned for a moment, then asked with a smile: "Do you all think so?"

At this time, the manager of the Propaganda Department said: "President, I don't think we can relax the intensity of the attack on Ding Peng. Although I am not sure whether Ding Peng knows that we did these operations, he will definitely know sooner or later. No matter what kind of relationship we are in, we will become enemies."

Bill nodded and said, "You are right, but we have spent so much money, and the effect now does not seem to be very good. Ding Peng doesn't seem to respond to this matter."

"Yes, Ding Peng's reaction was indeed strange in this matter, but I believe that as the public opinion becomes stronger and stronger, Ding Peng will always stand up and say something. And now he has won the Nobel Prize in Literature. President, don't you think this is an opportunity to hit him hard?"

"Oh? How do you say it?"

"It's very simple. When Ding Peng goes to Rui Ding to receive the award, we can ask reporters some questions and guide him on the things we have prepared. I believe that in front of the people of the world, he will definitely be speechless. By that time, that is, when he is completely finished."

Bill thought for a while and nodded, "What you said may not be a solution, but in this way, the conflict between us and Ding Peng will be completely impossible to resolve."

"President, do you think the conflict between us and him can be resolved now?"

“…”

"President, since we started to build public opinion, the conflict between us and him has been unable to be resolved."

Bill stopped talking because the manager of the Propaganda Department was right. When they posted the first article to frame Ding Peng, the two sides were already incompatible.

"Okay, just do it like that. Remember, the reporter must be our own people, and the questions you ask must be sharp! This is a rare opportunity. We must kill him with one blow. The same sentence is still the case. If you can't use it for us, then die!"

Bill finished speaking viciously, and put out the cigar that had just smoked a little in the ashtray.

Seeing that the president decided to get rid of Ding Peng, everyone else was ready to go, as if they were going to go into battle in person.

"That's right, Ding Peng is a talent for us, and if he doesn't use it for us, he is a fool!"

"It's a pity that he was in the wrong team."

"The arrogant guy is worthy of death!"

"Hmph, when the award ceremony is broadcast live to people all over the world, let's see how Ding Peng ends?"

"How to end? It must be a shameful face. This is something that you don't have to think about."

"Hahaha... I couldn't help but laugh, hahaha..."

Bill was also brought up the rhythm by a group of people, and couldn't help laughing.

At this moment, Bill's cell phone rang.

He took out his cell phone and looked at it, smiled and answered, "What's the matter?"

An anxious voice came from the other end of the phone: "Mr. Bill, I got news from a friend of my China Writers Association. Ding Peng refused to go to Ruidian to receive the prize. He didn't want this Nobel Prize in Literature."

"Oh, don't want it anymore? What? Don't want it anymore?"

After Bill reacted, he stood up and looked unbelievable.

"Yes, Mr. Bill, my friend said Ding Peng told the President of the China Writers Association in person."

"That's a fuck... why don't he want such an important award? How can he want such a big prize? How can he want a grand prize that literati all over the world dream of?"

Bill asked three questions in a series of questions and said speechlessly to the person opposite the phone.

I don’t know why he doesn’t want it anymore. No normal person can miss the Nobel Prize unless it is an abnormal person. Ding Peng is an abnormal person!

"I don't know this either."

"Are you sure the message is accurate?"

"If my friend didn't lie to me, then it would be accurate, oh, by the way, he said Ding Peng seemed to tell everyone in a while, and he would know then."

"Oh, I...I get it."

After the call ended, Bill sat on the sofa chair with his butt, his eyes blank.

Everyone was confused. I don’t know who called Bill just now, nor did I know what news he told Bill on the phone, how did he make the president like this? It seems that he was confused for several times.

"Ahem, President Bill, what's wrong?" asked the propaganda manager.

Bill looked at everyone with a blank look, opened his mouth, and said for a long time: "It seems that the plan we discussed for a long time just now is going to be ruined."

"Ah? What's going on?"

"President, this is the best time to hit Ding Peng. How could it be ruined?"

"That's right, Ruidian is his Ding Peng's burial place!"

"Yes, is it amazing to win the Nobel Prize in Literature? No matter who it is, as long as we are the ones that we want to deal with, no one can escape."

Looking at a group of indignant senior officials, Bill rubbed his forehead, took out another cigar, lit it, took a desperate sip, then swallowed the smoke into his stomach, and two cigarette columns sprayed out from his nostrils.

"Ding Peng gave up the Nobel Prize." Suddenly, Bill said.

After he finished speaking, the lively conference room just now seemed to be suddenly strangled by someone. It suddenly became quiet. Everyone was stunned and looked at Bill incredible, as if they were digesting the sentence Bill had only seven words just now.

Did Ding Peng give up the Nobel Prize?

What does this mean?

"President, are you not kidding?"

"How could he give up the Nobel Prize? That is the highest award in world literature."

"Are you mistaken? Does anyone give up on the Nobel Prize?"

"Damn, is it a rebellious personality?"

"I'm so rebellious, this is a bad character that doesn't play according to the regular cards."

"This...what should we do if he gave up the Nobel Prize?"

"That's right, the plan we just now was so perfect. Isn't we going to get stuck?"

Like the group of people from the China Writers Association, the group of senior executives in the times are all in a mess.

You know, they are still thinking about stomping Ding Peng hard at the Nobel Prize Awards ceremony in Ruidian. As a result, they are giving up this super prize directly, so let’s step on a hammer?

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