Yang Rui was busy flying throughout the Nobel Week.

The highlight of Nobel Prize Week is the award ceremony with the royal family participating and the award dinner.

But before that, Yang Rui had to give a speech and sign in various places - such as the desk in the Nobel Suite, and the bottom of the chairs in the Nobel Museum restaurant's cafe...

In addition, the Nobel Prize concert on December 8 is also a place where Nobel Prize winners frequently leave the country. Many celebrities are also invited or come to catch the popularity on their own, which has attracted a lot of media.

After entering the era of TV media, the Nobel Prize concerts received more attention than the aristocratic party the next day.

If the Nobel Prize is regarded as a big IP, the Swedes really managed it well.

Ordinary Swedes will actively participate in the "Nobel Prize Week". During the award presentation week, Swedes, who are rigorous by nature, will make themselves extroverted by pouring a lot of wine.

Speaking of which, this is another place that looks very much like Japan. Swedes who have drunk alcohol, like Japanese who have drunk alcohol, instantly changed from old-fashioned to old drunk.

They waved wine bottles, marched in Stockholm or somewhere, gathered, sang, danced and paired up... When a policeman asked, the Swedes would answer to celebrate the Nobel Prize, and when there was no policeman, everyone would not have to keep the Nobel talking about it, which was a very harmonious lifestyle.

The upper class Swedes usually participate in various banquets as much as possible.

In addition to royal dinners, there are many banquets for Swedes, such as various celebrations held by the Town Hall and even activities held by various committees, which are countless.

In many cases, institutions such as pharmaceutical companies, or their affiliated and affiliated foundations will also hold celebrations, inviting some scholars and individuals to attend.

Companies such as arms, energy, and finance may not be able to meet them on weekdays, but they may not be able to do their best. At this time, they can often take advantage of everyone's happiness to do some small work.

This is also a feast for media reporters.

Whether it is an economic journalist, a political journalist, or a pure entertainment journalist, you can find something you are interested in this week.

Some of them came prepared for a long time, while others were ashamed.

Of course, some people have set goals and changed goals, while others have persisted in one goal to the end.

Mitchelson had a goal before, the Nobel Prize minions, but his current goal has been completely changed.

"Yang Rui is our goal, and the only goal." Mitchelson grabbed the camera with one hand and waved in the air with the other hand, and said vigorously: "Photo! Photos are our record. I don't object to everyone taking photos of other stars, but everyone, Yang Rui's photos are the final criteria for judgment."

"Everyone must understand a concept that celebrities' photos are easy to get, but maybe there is only one young and handsome Nobel Prize winner."

"Unlike other Nobel Prize winners, Yang Rui comes from Red China. So, future reporters want to take the same or similar photos. First, they have to go to China. Secondly, will Yang Rui still dress up and take photos for them? I'm very suspicious!"

Mitchelson emphasized and said, "After Yang Rui won the Nobel Prize, he will definitely be the top scientist in China. Maybe he will be heavily protected by the Chinese government. Moreover, Yang Rui himself is unwilling to enter the entertainment industry. In this case, we are likely to be out of print photos. Gentlemen, ladies, out of print photos!"

The eight photographers standing opposite him, holding cameras, were holding guns, and focused their heads.

Needless to say, the scale of this dispatch is the largest in the newspaper's past years.

Everyone sat on three full-size SUVs and headed to the Stockholm Concert Hall at a constant speed.

Mitchells sat in the passenger seat of the second car and closed his eyes to rest. After coming to Sweden, he had a lot of work. He had to wash out the film he had filmed every day that day, but also sent it back to the newspaper office as soon as possible. This is a work that cannot be delayed, otherwise, if it falls behind other newspapers, it would be in vain for the day's shooting.

The darkroom is Mitchells' private territory, and he has never been willing to use film to others. Therefore, after the number of photographers increased, his working hours increased instead of reducing.

Now, he has already snatched up the three-hour sleep time.

The car in front of him stopped with the brake lights on.

Mitchells suddenly woke up from his fake sleep and asked, "Have you arrived?"

"Not yet, the front is blocked." The driver replied.

Mitchells rubbed his eyes, yawned, and said, "Is there a traffic jam?"

The driver hesitated for a moment, then picked up the walkie-talkie and asked, "Maffari, is there a traffic jam? How long will it take?"

"We probably have to walk, and there are people in front of us."

"Huh?" The driver picked up the stinging intercom and wanted to continue asking. Mitchells had already picked up the camera and rushed down.

There was a traffic jam ahead, and it was indeed a pervasive parade.

Swedish parades are usually very etiquette.

The so-called rigorous parade means that everyone holds countless signs and will consciously arrange a team of similar ones according to the size of the sign or the number of words.

However, today's parade really has no place to give them a rigorous queuing space.

"Aren't you here to attend the dinner?" Mitchells picked up the reporter's posture, caught a person and asked.

"What dinner? Oh, yes, yes, it's dinner...drinking, drinking..." The person who was caught laughed out loud after saying a few words, pouring wine into his mouth hard, and it was obviously at the stage of getting himself drunk.

"It's a bit early to get drunk now." Mitchells himself is a Swedish and knows the virtues of these Viking descendants very well.

"If you don't drink it now, you won't be able to grab it. Hey, if you want to drink it, you have to squeeze it inside and order it."

In order to limit the number of people drinking, Sweden even stipulates the time for selling alcohol in stores. Not to mention the restrictions on alcohol monopoly and age. What's more, there are restrictions on the quantity of alcohol purchases for everyone.

For the Vikings who love to drink, such a system always makes people even more thirsty.

Only during the Nobel Prize Week can there be an open supply of wine.

However, the number and type of alcohol served at different banquets are different.

Mitchells licked his lips and couldn't help but feel a little greedy.

He held the camera and pushed forward all the way.

After finally entering the concert hall, Mitchells searched for him, but did not see Yang Rui.

"Where did the Chinese go to the winner of the Medical and Physiology Prize?" Mitchells found someone and asked, worried that the other party would not know who Yang Rui was.

The man asked laughed and said, "Are you looking for Yang Rui? He was pulled out to drink."

"Huh? At the Nobel Prize Dinner?"

"You are a reporter, right?" The man looked down at his camera and smiled: "You will definitely be able to take many interesting photos."

"It's broken!" Mitchells was shocked.
Chapter completed!