"Professor Yang."

"Professor Yang."

As the doorbell rang, accompanied by rhythmic shouts, I was still using half-baked Chinese - at most, three-minutes of it.

Yang Rui opened his eyes in a daze, looked at his watch, sat up quickly, pushed Jing Yulan beside him, and whispered: "Oh noon, it's noon."

"What time is it?" Jing Yulan's IQ also remained in her dream.

"It's 12 o'clock. Swedish time." Yang Rui was wearing a random dress and shouted again: "Who is it?"

"Acheson, sir, I am your Nobel escort." The knocking stopped, and the visitor began to answer in standard English, speaking much more than Chinese.

Yang Rui was a little confused and asked again: "What's mine?"

"Your Nobel escort." At the door, Acheson paused and said, "Professor Yang, I am a private service staff assigned to you by the Swedish Ministry of Foreign Affairs. During the Nobel Prize ceremony, I obeyed and only followed your orders."

Yang Rui said in surprise: "There is still this project?"

It’s not a big mistake for him not to know. If it were in the Internet age, he could find all the benefits of the Swedish government during the Nobel Prize, from accommodation to personnel arrangements, etc., which were far beyond the ambassador level. Basically, how China treats the old friends of the Chinese people, and how the Swedes treat Nobel Prize winners.

From this point of view, Swedes don’t play the Chinese style, they are all fake. They just look down on ordinary diplomatic representatives. Not to mention social delegations, they can save it without receiving a few words.

However, for now, even if the embassy asks about the details in detail, it may not necessarily convey the message to Yang Rui in full. Therefore, the Nobel escort and other members are basically outside Yang Rui's cognitive area.

Acheson had to explain again and said: "Professor Yang, Nobel Suite, Nobel Desk, and Nobel Attachment are standard equipment for Nobel Prize winners."

"There is still a desk?"

"Yes, there are signatures of previous Nobel Prize winners on the desktop, and you will also be asked to sign later." Acheson paused and said, "It's already lunch time, where do you want to have a meal?"

Yang Rui rubbed his slightly sore waist and said, "Can you wait for a while? I just woke up, and there is a bit of a jet lag..."

"I can come back later."

“That 30 minutes.”

"Okay, see you in 30 minutes." Acheson ended the conversation and no longer spoke.

In the bedroom, Jing Yulan's face was flushed with shame. She rushed into the bathroom first and said, "Everyone said you should pay attention to the time, you have to do it again."

"When I said to do it again and again, you didn't have a strong objection."

"I have something to object." Jing Yulan was dissatisfied.

Yang Rui pondered for a moment and said, "I remembered it wrongly, it's really intense."

...

Thirty minutes later.

Yang Rui opened the door on time and saw a tall and strong Swedish waiting in front of the corridor early.

There are still some standards to follow to determine whether a white man is Swedish.

First of all, he would not walk around impatiently in the corridor. Those who do that are usually Americans, or more annoying, uneducated Americans. The difference is basically in their mouths.

Secondly, while waiting, the Swedes did not stare at the wall without any hope of being blind.

Swedes have been waiting all their lives, and they are very serious about time, so they should have been used to boredom.

Finally, the most important point is to look at his badge, which is marked with nationality...

"Professor Yang, I'm very happy to serve you." Acheson looked handsome and graceful, giving people a favor.

It is a bad idea to be a member of the Nobel Prize winner. Moreover, although the Swedes are very disciplined in doing other things, they only pursue perfection for the Nobel Prize.

Nobel Prize entourage often appears. Being handsome is just a basic requirement, and family background is the key to stand out. In this country with royal families, aristocrats and other things have existed for a long time.

However, no matter how handsome the young man is, he will not be able to show his appearance when he stands in front of Yang Rui.

Comrade Acheson looked at Yang Rui for a few seconds, and blushed and bowed his head to greet him: "Professor Yang, did you have a good rest yesterday?"

"There is a little jet lag." Yang Rui smiled and moved out of the position and said, "Come in and sit down. By the way, what does the Nobel escort do?"

"It's your assistant during your stay in Sweden." Acheson smiled and said, "If you have any requests or any requests, you can ask me, and I will try my best to satisfy them."

“Any request is OK?”

"certainly."

"I want four steaks, two pasta, and a little more vegetables and soup?" Yang Rui was honest and polite. Mei Meng was disturbed, what was the point of eating something?

Acheson hesitated for a moment and whispered: "The Swedish steak is not light, so it's enough for ladies to eat one."

"Oh, she only eats pasta, and the steak is for me." Yang Rui patted his stomach and smiled, "Don't worry, it won't be wasted."

Acheson said intimately: I am not afraid of your waste, I am afraid that the Nobel Prize winner will die in the Nobel Suite.

For this reason, Acheson stared at Yang Rui at all times during the meal.

Many years later, when Acheson wrote the Nobel Prize Chronicle under the temptation of booksellers, he spent a whole chapter describing the matter.

After four servings of steaks, Acheson took Yang Rui and Jing Yulan to the Stockholm Concert Hall to familiarize and rehearse. This is the venue for the Nobel Prize Award Ceremony. It can even be said that the Stockholm Concert Hall was built for the Nobel Prize Award Ceremony.

In order to complete the grand award ceremony, ladies have to wear formal evening dresses, and men have to wear tuxedoes if they are not wearing ethnic costumes, and suits are not OK.

Acheson also carefully explained this point, and said: "The Nobel Prize Foundation is willing to bear all the expenses of the two during their stay in Sweden, and the clothes are also included. If we don't bother, we can try out the clothes after dinner..."

"We brought it ourselves." Yang Rui also explained: "When we were in London, we bought some clothes."

"If this happens, after you go back, can we ask our designers to help you sort out your clothes?" Acheson said more carefully, for fear of causing misunderstandings."

The Nobel Prize is a prize for the whole world. Therefore, although more people have won awards in developed countries, the total number of awards in developing countries is also quite large. Among them, there are scholars with meager incomes.

In fact, scholars with meager income are the norm around the world. Those who have already made Nobel Prize-level achievements and then wait for news at home are slightly better. Scholars who suddenly win Nobel Prizes cannot afford air tickets and tuxedoes - of course, scholars can probably afford to buy clothes for those who sell houses, but those who are willing to do so are rare.

What Acheson feared most was to meet scholars who had strong self-esteem and were not prepared in practice.

At that time, cameras around the world will focus on this, and Nobel Prize winners are coming in rags. Journalists may be able to interpret it as a celebrity personality. For Acheson, it would be an accident.

Yang Rui and Jing Yulan looked at each other and smiled, as if they didn't care about the reason why Acheson asked.

After a while, someone brought their clothes in the whole box.

Yang Rui and Jing Yulan changed into the locker room in the concert hall. When they came out, they could see Achison drooling.

Acheson looked at the handsome man and beautiful woman in front of him with a blank eyes, and a thought arose in his mind: What should I do? Is my appearance strange? There is no way, I can't stand the temptation of formal clothing at the most...

Yang Rui coughed gently and said, "Is there anything that needs to be modified?"

"No need, the tailors in London have handled it very well." The Swedish designer told the truth. He mainly came to see if the clothes meet the standards. Now seeing the effect, he naturally has nothing to say.

Yang Rui nodded without any surprise and turned around and asked, "Achison, where are we going next?"

As if he was an old farmer in northern Shaanxi, Acheson wiped his face with his sleeve and said in a daze: "The press conference should be open press conference..."

As he spoke, Acheson recovered and said, "Professor Yang, you can wear this outfit."

Yang Rui nodded and said, "It's more convenient not to change clothes, so let's go now?"

"Okay, let's go now. Please go from here..." Acheson concealed his loss just now, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief: It seems that he was not discovered. The light in the concert hall is not good, so they shouldn't see it.

Yang Rui took Jing Yulan's arm and passed by Acheson, and said with concern: "You are not in good condition. Are you sick? Do you want to rest?"

"Is that true..." Achison's face collapsed instantly, and Qiqi Aiai said, "I feel a little uncomfortable, but it has no effect. Don't worry."

"Yeah, some diseases are very strange, don't take it lightly."

Acheson only felt that his glass heart was like he was thrown to the ground by a 400-pound child and shattered inch.

But he was a strong man after all. Acheson took a few seconds to adjust his mood and sweared secretly: "I will not make strange expressions or movements anymore."

He shook his hair hard and let the ends pass through the tip of his nose.
Chapter completed!