Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Anderson looked at Houston's leaving back, feeling a little sarcastic and apprehensive.

In Swedish academia, the Nobel Prize business is a big piece of cake. Sweden is a small country with only 9 million people. There are not many universities in the territory, whether famous or not, and naturally there are not many scholars and academic management talents. But the Nobel Prize business is not limited to awarding one.

Behind the Nobel Prize is a huge group composed of a series of committees and fund companies. Whether it is a high-end scholar who has left the front line, or an academic person who has given up on academically climbing the peak, it is necessary to participate in the Nobel Prize affairs. The broad avenue that belongs exclusively to the Swedes means not only generous salary or power, but also a very high social status, especially international status.

Anderson, who knows three foreign languages, cares about this very much, and has always been a leader on this road.

However, Houston seems to have the intention of overtaking in a corner.

Anderson was very dissatisfied with this, just like seeing a car speeding on the highway.

If you want to become someone at Stockholm University who can influence the Nobel Prize, you have to ask me.

Anderson silently thought about how to give Houston a heavy reminder.

"Is this the place where Yang Rui gave a speech?" A man in a black suit climbed up the stairs and was more than ten meters away from Anderson. He shouted, and he didn't know who he was talking to.

However, Anderson is the person in charge of today's meeting, 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's your name?"

"Leinaldo." The black suit saw someone answer, and came to Anderson in three steps and two steps.

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

There is no such insider.

He looked at the other party with a reviewing gaze. The fabric of the suit seemed to be very good, a little too good, so that the price was far beyond what ordinary scholars could afford—most of the scholars were middle-class, even if they could go to Stockholm for a meeting Scholars, too. They can get the air ticket money from the government or individual investors, but they probably won't get the installation fee.

On the other hand, the suit style of the other party is also a bit too tight and stylish, just like the other party's figure, not as weak and thin as ordinary researchers.

Of course, ordinary researchers are also likely to exercise, and this is not a reason to stop the other party.

Anderson smiled, and said again: "Excuse me, do you have an invitation letter? Our meeting today is based on a number."

"You answer me first, is this the venue for Yang Rui's speech?" The black suit no longer followed Anderson's rhythm.

Anderson secretly despised it, and said to himself, this is called reading a paper in public.

Anderson coughed lightly and said, "Yes. But an invitation letter is required."

"There are plenty of invitations, just wait." The black suit ignored him after finishing speaking, turned to face the bottom of the stairs and shouted: "This is the right place, come up."

Stockholm University is also a famous school with a history of hundreds of years. The lecture hall used today is also a stone building with hundreds of years. The long steps seem to represent insurmountable steps. There are hundreds of knots in the long way to the front. as much.

Such steps look magnificent, but it is hard to walk up.

The guests usually stand at the bottom of the steps, first look at the handsome auditorium, take a photo and pose for a pose, and then go around to the side to take the elevator. Although there are some people who take the stairs, there are not many of them.

However, following the black suit's words, more than a dozen people appeared at the bottom of the steps chatting and laughing, and then quickly climbed up.

Anderson suddenly had the illusion of being attacked.

"Here, our invitation letter." The black suit nodded cheerfully, and took out a stack of invitation letters from his bag.

Anderson first looked at the gold thread on the cover, there was no problem, it was an invitation letter made by our school, and then opened the inside, Anderson read out naturally: "Dr. Leonardo, well, I am influential. Dr. Leonardo is from Florence. Professor, are you in your fifties this year?"

Anderson frowned as he looked at the smooth skin of the other party.

He now regrets that he didn't arrange security personnel here.

"I like this name, forget it, let's use this one." The black suit said and even handed over another invitation letter. This time, he changed his name to Bunian, who is now 38 years old.

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

At the same time, Comrade Bunyan stuffed a large number of invitation letters over, pointing at the people behind him indiscriminately, and said, "These are all ours."

"Wait, I have to check." Anderson looked at the group of tough men in suits, sweat was dripping from his forehead.

"Check one by one, how can there be time." Bunian pushed Anderson's shoulder, making him unable to move, and when he turned his head away, everyone merged into the auditorium.

"Trouble is coming." Anderson howled twice in his heart, and when he was about to enter the auditorium to find someone, he saw another group of people rushing up from the steps.

"Is it here?" The leader grabbed the leader with his hands, and there were muscles in the corners of his strong eyes.

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

"Yang Rui, is this here?"

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

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

"What?" Anderson was inexplicably surprised to see the ID. He originally thought it was a unit that could only be seen in movies.

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

"Well... Hey, no, you don't have law enforcement power in Sweden." Anderson was furious, and said, "Why do you Americans..."

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

Anderson watched silently before letting people in.

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 upset.

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

Anderson was startled, there are more media than rats today, it is possible that there will be a scandal.

He hurried in and asked, "Have you notified the security?"

"It's already here, it's useless, and it was overthrown with a slap."

Anderson didn't know how to describe it, but when he entered the auditorium, he saw an astonishing scene. Two men with big arms and round waists carried a person in each hand, put them on the walkway, and then helped to straighten their clothes.

In Anderson's impression, those were two scholars from London, and now they were all scared out of their wits.

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

"Hello, please step aside." Weird English came from behind.

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

"Marcellus, you're here too." The Japanese didn't know Anderson, so they just nodded to him, and walked over to the first batch of Italians, greeting them affectionately.

His entourage was all wearing suits, and they looked very capable. With their hands inserted, they formed a beautiful square formation.

Anderson was sure that these people were definitely not academics.

"How? Mr. Yang Rui's appeal is so strong." Houston wanted to laugh out loud, and said: "I never thought that reading a paper could summon half of the United Nations."

Isn't that right, not counting small ethnic groups with no characteristics, there must be dozens or hundreds of foreign people in the auditorium.

"Just don't make trouble." Anderson said a word wearily.