London.

Dinner scene.

Zhang Ye's entry still attracted some attention. There are not many Asian faces nominated for the Nobel Prize, only a few. Even if you have never met Zhang Ye, you can probably guess it. And you can find out who he is after asking about the people next to you. So some people present also cast curious eyes at him. "Gone with Gone" and its author have been so well-known all over the world this month.

"He's that Chinese writer?"

"So young?"

"It's the first time I've seen him."

"Why do he know the Nobel Prize candidates in the mathematics and physics community?"

"Don't you know?"

"What do you know?"

"He himself is a famous mathematician."

"ah?"

"There is still this?"

"Isn't a famous mathematician?"

"No, he is very famous. I checked his information and a World Mathematics Award was awarded to him, but in the end he didn't know why, so he didn't receive the award at all."

"Abandon the prize? Oh my god!"

"He is also an expert in the field of physical and mechanical engineering."

"Is it true or false?"

"I also read the news. I don't know him very well. Oh, he has another identity. You must have heard of it. The hacker with the highest reward in the world!"

"What?"

"Is it him?"

"He's that 2? The world's number one hacker?"

"Why is this person so many identities?"

“Does one person have so many industries?”

"So some international media have commented that he is the smartest person in the world in hundreds of years. However, everyone has rarely heard of his name and news before, and it has political factors. Many countries in the world are very limited in China's news reporting. Everyone knows this. However, this time his novel caused too much sensation, which finally brought him into the international horizon. The mainstream international media can't do it if they don't want to report it."

"I see."

"Yes, my country had no news about him before "Gone with Gone."

Everyone was talking.

Some people even reached out and pointed at Zhang Ye's direction.

Anthony heard the sounds around him.

Felicia's eyes when she looked at Zhang Ye also changed, "So you are so powerful?"

Zhang Ye smiled, "No, it's all false reputation."

Anthony said: "This is not a false reputation!"

"I have a bad reputation." Zhang Ye said with a smile.

Felicia doesn't believe it, "How bad is your reputation as a writer or a scientist? Can you still compare to Bangalore, India?"

Zhang Ye blinked, "Why is his reputation not good?"

Anthony shook his head repeatedly, "He has a problem with his life style. He can't walk when he sees a woman. Felicia has been entangled by him, and this is pretty good. He has a bad temper and scolds his own assistant. In India, he has a bad reputation, has had conflicts with many people, and is very gambled."

Zhang Ye said uh: "That's it?"

Felicia said speechlessly: "What else should I do?"

Anthony looked at him, "Can your reputation be worse than him?"

Zhang Ye hesitated for a moment and decided not to speak anymore.

Is this also called bad reputation?

Is this also called having a bad temper?

Why did I think of it?

Forget it, let’s not talk about my shamelessness!

While chatting, noisy discussion suddenly broke out on the scene.

"Why is he here?"

"Bangaluru?"

"This guy is so thick-skinned!"

"I made him make a fuss at the dinner last year. Is he still here this year?"

"Go away and stay away from him."

Many people shook their heads and walked away.

When Zhang Ye turned around, he also saw the man.

Indian?

Bangalore?

He was a man with a dark skin, not very good-looking, but not ugly. He followed him with two assistants behind him.

Anthony's face changed slightly, "Don't he know he's not popular?"

Felicia also looked contemptuous, "You actually came to the dinner in slippers?"

Bangallo is obviously a frequent visitor to the Nobel Prize. He has been nominated for the Nobel Prize for Literature for many years. He knows most of the people in it and even greets people.

"Hone, long time no see!"

"Felicia, are you here too?"

Felicia ignored him at all.

Bangalore smiled and didn't care. After saying hello a few times, he took his assistant to the dining area, took a glass of red wine and took a sip. He frowned, and made another steak to taste it. Then he started to say something that was too bad, and it started to make a fuss after a few words.

Anthony Nunu Nu said, "See, Zhang."

Felicia said: "This is the Nobel Prize. The purpose of the Nobel Prize is to not look at character, but only works, otherwise people like him will not be nominated."

Zhang Ye smiled, "Let's eat ours."

Anthony said: "Yes, don't let this kind of person affect his mood."

eat.

drink.

chat.

Half an hour has passed.

Suddenly, Bengaluru had finally had enough trouble. He turned his head out with an unhappy look on his face. When he passed by the nearby area, he suddenly glanced at Zhang Ye.

Bangalore asked: "The author of "Gone with Gone"?"

Anthony was a little nervous.

Felicia also blocked Zhang Ye for a moment, "What are you doing?"

Zhang Ye smiled, "It's me, is there something wrong?"

Bangalore looked at him for a long time, "You, I can't win the Nobel Prize."

Zhang Ye said: "Is that true?"

Bangalore said: "If you don't believe it, let's see tomorrow."

Zhang Ye smiled and said, "Okay."

Bangalore left with a chuckling.

Anthony said annoyed: "Isn't this a provocation?"

Felicia said: "Don't pay attention to him."

Many Nobel Prize candidates watched, thinking that Zhang Ye would be angry.

However, none of them knew that Zhang Ye didn't take it seriously at all and didn't take it seriously at all.

...

On the other side.

China.

On Weibo.
To be continued...