The Nobel Prize public press conference was held together.

All Nobel Prize winners, including the winners of the Literature Prize, will all appear in front of the reporters. However, the number of questions that everyone is asked is limited, and must be in order.

Judging from the appearance, the public press conference attended by the Nobel Prize winners is more meaningful than the meaning. However, if the invited reporters are lazy, the subsequent activities will definitely be discriminated against.

The so-called "Doorship in the snail shell" is a temple, and no one can be eliminated. The so-called public press conference for the Nobel Prize is more like an open composition competition. The overview of the topic composition is all in a room. The media participating in the exam is at least two or three hundred. If the number of people is counted, it will easily exceed five hundred.

There are many media that are less than a certain scale, or domestic media, not to mention competing for the front-row position, it is not certain whether they can enter the publishing hall.

Therefore, the media that came in still cherished the opportunity very much.

However, such reports are very standard and boring.

Compared to foreign journalists who have never been to Sweden in their lifetime, who attended the Nobel Prize ceremony, Swedish media reporters have developed a lot of fancy research.

Mitchellson, a reporter from Stockholm Daily, has the "speciality" of filming Nobel escorts.

This is a very popular "traditional" project. For Swedes, the identity and background of the Nobel escort every year and whether they are qualified is a part that can be discussed - although it is not a very important part, it is already considered fresh and interesting in the vast sea of ​​posters.

Whether the Nobel escort is handsome or not, whether he has a noble title and bloodline, and what his education and educational background are all curious about Swedes.

Sweden is a very fair place, and they are also the first country to implement maternity leave for men and women. It is very meaningful for women to return to their postpartum and even find a job.

Whether the Nobel Prize Attendant is qualified and whether the selection is fair is often the focus of discussion among people in Sweden.

If this is the case, Stockholm Daily would not have allowed Mitchellson to continue this project for many years.

What really supports Mitchellson's shooting is also from foreign readers and reprints.

Foreign readers naturally do not care about the education and educational background of the Nobel escort, nor do they care whether they are qualified. However, whether the Nobel escort is handsome or whether it has a noble title and bloodline, these two items are still very attractive.

In the selection of handsome men and beautiful women around the world, Swedish men and Norwegian women have been rated for many years, and the Nobel escort is a contestant selected by the Swedish government, so it is naturally very popular.

The reason why Mitchelson can shoot all year round is very simple. The photos he took are the most handsome, the best aesthetic angle, the most source of films, and the richest content.

While other reporters were still writing about how to suck this year's snail lion shell, Mitchellson had already arranged the tools, adjusted the angle and exposed, and everything was prepared for the Nobel escort.

In other directions of the hall, Mitchelson's competitors are doing similar things.

Mitchelson doesn't care.

For today's shooting, Mitchelson took multiple photos in the hall a few days in advance. Not only did he experiment with several extremely beautiful scenes, but he even thought about multiple compositions.

This is basically something that Swedish local journalists can do. If foreign journalists can arrive two days in advance, even if the unit they work for is rich, as for entering the hall in advance, various application procedures will be even more troublesome.

He is not a professional photographer, and he does not have the equipment he brings.

He brought four cameras alone, not only to equip different lenses, but also to reduce the time to change film.

Thinking of this, Mitchellson reminded his younger brother again: "Mark, when I pat you on the shoulder, you will replace the used film. The speed must be fast, and don't touch the lens, buttons and knobs."

"I understand." Mark nodded excitedly. He is a newcomer to the newspaper and is still very curious about such an environment.

Mitchelson said with a "hmm" and said, "Sometimes I won't use up a film. Don't hesitate when I ask you to change it. Opportunities are fleeting. Do you understand?"

"I see."

"Do you still remember the film of different cameras should be placed in different blocks?"

"Remember." Mark said, raising his head and laughed, "You seem to be more nervous than me."

"Of course I'm nervous, it's a different challenge every time." Mitchelson said, and couldn't help but lose his mind. For him, who has been filming Nobel essays for more than ten years, it's more of a tradition than a challenge.

Mark wanted to speak again, but he saw a flash of figures and quickly reminded him: "The person is here."

"Yeah." Mitchelson's hand held the camera on the tripod, but did not move.

On the contrary, the flashlight in the hall has turned on, so other reporters don’t care about that much. They just need to take photos back, and they use one in the newspaper anyway.

Mitchelson's photos are often featured in his magazines. His hands were firmly pinched at the shutter. He waited for the officials of the Nobel Foundation to sit down before targeting the Nobel Prize winner...the Nobel escort behind him.

"Click."

"Kakka."

"Smack it."

"Ah... Yafen Butterfly." A Japanese female reporter next to her screamed, but the chaotic crowd squeezed her camera.

Mitchelson looked at her with contempt, using the camera without halting his neck or wearing a condom, and mosaicing photos and videos was one of his most disgusting behaviors, lacking the minimum respect for art.

"Golsworthy is the Nobel escort again. This guy should retire." As Mitchell spoke, the shutter in his hand quickly pressed down.

A few seconds later, Mitchellson changed to the camera on the tripod on the left and patted Mark on the shoulder.

Mark hurriedly changed the film, and his movements were quite skillful.

Mitchelson only glanced at him and felt relieved that as long as he was not nervous, today's shooting would not be broken.

"Acheson is out." Mark also has the responsibility of reminding him. When Mitchelson's attention is in the viewfinder, he has to take care of the surroundings.

The relationship between the two is like a sniper and an observer.

Mitchelson quickly changed direction and just took a few photos, he let out a "huh".

"What's wrong?" Mark was very nervous.

"Is there Chinese Young behind Acheson? The real person looks more handsome than the Nobel escort?" Mitchelson spoke, and another dozen shutters went out.

Mitchelson patted Mark on the shoulder again and said, "An accident happened, change it faster."

"Yes." Mark asked in a low voice while speeding up his movements, "What accident?"

"Yang Rui was unexpectedly handsome." Mitchelson licked his lips: "The guys who took photos of the Nobel Prize winner's avatars before should have been hanged in Norway. This is a handsome 99 points, and they only took 80 points."

Mark said aggrievedly: "I told you what I have told you. I have met Yang Rui, and he is very handsome..."

"What's the use of saying this now? I'm going to shoot Acheson and Chinese Yang at the same time, faster!" Mitchelson patted Mark on the shoulder again.

"Switch it." Mark reported as quickly as possible.

"Hurry up." Mitchellson took a picture of it, changing his feet and staring at Yang Rui, but he couldn't even care about other Nobel entourages.

Of course, he never forgot to pat Mark on the shoulder.

However, as the excitement increased, Mitchellson's shots became heavier and heavier.

When Yang Rui and others sat down, Mitchellson breathed a sigh of relief. He took another set of photos and stood up straight. He only photographed Mark's hand on his shoulders getting stronger. The latter's shoulder blade sank suddenly (but he twisted it with the flow, knocked and hung his right hand, and entered the blade with empty hand. He was so strong that he not only took off his weapon, but also started to forcefully. He ignored himself and used all his strength. He saw that the red and white were spilling all over the floor with a fierce force). He couldn't help but grin and said, "If you take this shot again, I will apply for an injury."

"Sorry, sorry, I'm so happy." Mitchelson's eyes were bright, as if he had seen the Golden Avenue that made his career stand out.

"The next one is the winner of Nobel Prize Medicine and Physiology, Mr. Yang Rui from China. Everyone has five opportunities to ask questions, the first question..." The host looked down and called out: Mr. Mitchelson of Stockholm Daily."

"Hello, Professor Yang Rui." Mitchelson is an old reporter and has a good reputation in the journalist circle. Although photographing Nobel essays is a bit unique, in the eyes of Swedes, he has introduced Swedish culture and Swedes for several years. However, he does not ask questions frequently, and today he actively raises his hand and is immediately pointed out by the host.

"Hello." Yang Rui's attitude was natural. He had experienced too many similar press conferences.

"My question is this, how did Professor Yang Rui maintain his current figure in busy scientific research? Have you never considered entering the entertainment industry or film and television industry? How did you persist in the scientific research industry?" Mitchelson asked three questions in one breath without hesitation.

Of course, the three questions are not surprising reasons.

There are so many surprising things about these problems.
Chapter completed!