Anderson looked at Houston's departure back, feeling a little sarcastic and a little afraid.

In the Swedish academic community, the Nobel Prize affairs are a big cake. Sweden is a small country with only 9 million people. Whether the universities in the country are famous or not, the total number is not large, so there are naturally not many scholars and academic management talents. However, the Nobel Prize affairs are more than just awards.

Behind the Nobel Prize is a huge group of committees and fund companies. Whether it is high-end scholars who have left the front line or academics who have given up on the top academics, participating in the Nobel Prize affairs is a smooth road that belongs to the Swedes. This represents not only generous salary or power, but also a very high social status, especially international status.

Anderson, who knows foreign languages ​​in the Three Kingdoms, cares a lot about this and has always been ahead of this path.

However, Houston seems to be trying to overtake.

Anderson was very dissatisfied with this, just as unhappy as seeing the car speeding on the sidelines on the highway.

If you want to become a person who has the ability to influence the Nobel Prize at Stockholm University, you have to ask me.

Anderson thought silently in his heart how to give Houston a heavy reminder.

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

However, Anderson is the head of the meeting today, and he has to deal with all normal and abnormal affairs.

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

"Lenaldo." Seeing someone answered in the black suit, he came to Anderson in three steps in two steps.

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

There is no such person in the circle.

He looked at the other party with an auditing gaze. The fabric of the suit seemed to be very good, a bit too good, so the price was far beyond the affordability of ordinary scholars - most scholars were middle-class, even scholars who could attend meetings in Stockholm. They could get air tickets from governments or individual investors, but probably couldn't get the installation fee.

On the other hand, the other party's suit style is a bit too tight and stylish, just like the other party's figure, and it is not as weak or thin as an ordinary researcher.

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

Anderson smiled and said, "Would you bring an invitation letter? Our meeting today is a 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 him and said to himself that this is called reading the paper in public.

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

"There are some invitations, please wait." After the black suit said that, he ignored him, turned around and faced the stairs and shouted: "It's right here, come up."

Stockholm University is also a prestigious school with a history of hundreds of years. The lecture hall used today is also a stone building of hundreds of years. The long stairs seem to represent an insurmountable staircase. They are long paved in front of them, with as many as hundreds of festivals.

Such steps look grand and it will be hard to walk.

The guests usually stand under the steps, first look at the handsome auditorium, take a photo, put on a POSE or something, and then go around to the side to take the elevator. Although there are people walking the stairs, the number of people is not large.

However, with the words of the black suit, more than a dozen people appeared under the steps and quickly climbed up.

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

"Hold on, our invitation." The man in a black suit happily took out a stack of invitations from his bag.

Anderson first looked at the golden thread on the cover. There was no problem. It was an invitation letter made by our school. Then, and Anderson read it naturally: "Dr. Lenardo, well, I have an influence. Dr. Lenardo is a professor in Florence. He is over fifty years old this year?"

Anderson looked at the other person's smooth skin and frowned.

He now regrets not having arranged security personnel here.

"I like this name, forget it, use this one." He said as he actually handed over another invitation letter, this time he changed his name to Bunian, now 38 years old.

It still feels that the other party is less than this age, but Anderson has no way to refute it.

At the same time, Comrade Bunian stuffed a lot of invitation letters and pointed at the people behind him in a random manner, saying, "These are all ours."

"Wait, I have to check it out." Anderson looked at the men in suits full of toughness, sweat was about to drip from his forehead.

"Where is there any time to check one by one?" Bunian pushed Anderson's shoulder, making him unable to move. When he turned his head, everyone integrated into the auditorium.

"There's trouble." Anderson howled twice in his heart. 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 grabbed the leader with his hands, and his strong eyes were full of muscles.

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

"Yang Rui, is it here?"

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

After the group of people finished walking, a thin man stood up and took out the invitation letter from his bag and handed it to Anderson, saying, "We are from the FBI."

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

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

"Well... Hey, no, you don't have the power to enforce the law in Sweden." Anderson was furious and said, "Why are you Americans..."

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

Anderson looked at it silently before letting someone 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 wrong?" Anderson was very bored.

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

Anderson was shocked. There were more media coming today than mice. Could it be that there would be a scandal?

He hurriedly walked in and asked, "Have you notified the security guard?"

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

Anderson didn't know what this was, but when he entered the auditorium, he saw an amazing scene. Two men with big arms and round waists, carrying a man in one hand, put them on the way up, and then helped to get them clean.

In Anderson's impression, they were two scholars from London, and they were both scared to death now.

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

"Hello, please let me know." The weird English came from behind.

Anderson frowned after taking a look. Why are there any Japanese people in kimonos?

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

His entourage was wearing suits, looking so slim. With his hands in, he formed a beautiful square array.

Anderson is sure that these people are definitely not scholars.

"How? Mr. Yang Rui's appeal is so strong." Houston wanted to laugh out loud and said, "I didn't expect that reading a paper would bring about half of the United Nations."

That's right, it's not a small ethnic group with no characteristics. If you think roughly in the auditorium, there will be dozens or hundreds of foreigners.
Chapter completed!