Answering reporters' questions
Seeing that two people had suddenly disappeared from the office, leaving only Song Yize, Mo Yang didn't care about saving face anymore. "It's all a mess, it's all a mess!" This person was pacing back and forth in the office. Mo Yang didn't dare to look directly at him. He looked extremely dizzy, and Mo Yang was afraid that if he looked over, Song Yize would collapse and never get up again.
Not long after, the man stopped and said to Mo Yang, "Go, when facing the reporters, only say that you are an ordinary person. Keep your identity as a transmigrator a closely guarded secret. Do you have a profile file?"
"I received it before," Mo Yang replied weakly.
"Okay, memorize it according to what's written on it."
After saying that, the man glared at Mo Yang and said, "Why are you still looking at me? Hurry up and go!"
It was clear that the latter half of the sound had lost all its strength and power.
Although Mo Yang didn't know exactly what had happened, judging from the situation, it seemed that something much bigger had occurred, and he was being used as a scapegoat.
Putting everything else aside, he decided to do as he was told this time. Although this person wasn't very trustworthy, he was willing to gamble that if he helped him this time, their lives would be better in the future.
Huang Zhongqian's office.
"Song Yize and the others have been detained."
"When did this happen?" Huang Zhongqian immediately put down the documents in his hand upon hearing this.
"It's said that they didn't give us any water or food during the day today."
Huang Zhong glanced at the direction of the clock hand.
"That won't do! Old Hou only knows how to do things like what soldiers do; ordinary people aren't made like that!"
Huang Zhongqian stood there with his head down, his gaze fixed on a corner of the desk.
After a long while, the elderly man raised his head, his eyes filled with unwavering determination, and said the following words to Xiao Zhang, "Xiao Zhang, you've been with me for quite some time. The first time I saw you, I knew you were a good kid, and I trusted you with anything. Today, I'd like to ask you to do something for me again."
"What can I do for you, sir? Please give me your instructions."
"Go and send the set of theoretical reasoning that Song Yize presented to everyone at the last meeting to the Nobel Prize committee, under the name of Song Yize."
"Where should I fill in the address?"
“Write it up to the Third Nuclear Physics Institute in Mishi.” Huang Zhongqian said this in an exceptionally calm voice.
"Aren't you afraid of being discovered...?"
"There are so many senior officers there, don't worry, there's no need to worry."
But I'm worried about your safety.
"They're going to great lengths just to replace me; we didn't pay as much as they did. They don't dare touch me."
"Should we expose ourselves now? Or should we wait a bit longer?"
“We have time, but we’re afraid Song Yize won’t be able to wait. Right now, we can only rely on external forces to protect him.”
"Can you be sure they'll release them?"
“If it were before, I wouldn’t have dared to guarantee it, but now, they will definitely release them.”
"Mr. Song Yize, may I ask under what circumstances you derived this theory?"
"In a typical research project at a research institution."
"Could you tell us which specific organization and project it is?"
"I'm sorry, this cannot be disclosed to the public at the moment."
"Could you tell us about the foundation upon which the entire theory was based?"
"Because I had been using the theory of M. Morris and K. Thorne for research, but the research direction was unclear. One day on my way to work, I suddenly thought that if we broke the boundary of the insurmountable wormhole, was there any way to do it? Then we used various methods to try to verify the direction we had conjectured. Later we found that the idea always pointed to creating a spacelike world line. We continued to study in this direction and finally came up with this theorem."
"Could you share with us some ideas on how this theorem can be applied in the future?"
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"I've also heard that you came to this nuclear physics institute because of the power behind it. Could you tell us about this institute and your current research project?"
"I'm sorry, I can't disclose that information."
"The scale of the research base reported by this research institute is far greater than what we have seen. Could you tell us which functional departments are mainly responsible for maintaining the projects?"
"Excuse me, I have something to attend to." Mo Yang stood up, said goodbye to the reporter, and walked inside.
"That concludes today's visit. Please return to your respective locations."
Seeing Mo Yang get up and leave, everyone quickly took the opportunity to press the shutter, capturing a scene of Mo Yang who was somewhat dejected yet also slightly dashing.
Reports flew by, and overnight, Song Yize's name was everywhere.
All the news reports were about the latest Nobel Prize nominations in China.
Even during evening walks, there are many more people standing downstairs at the research institute than usual.
Upon closer inspection, one could see that the group consisted mostly of parents who had brought their children to take photos with the building.
Since then, the building has become a popular spot for taking photos and making a name for itself in the city.
However, compared to those outside, the people inside are not as comfortable.
Lockdowns have come one after another, and even going out to run errands now requires traveling at night, causing everyone's overall biological clock to be adjusted accordingly.
Fortunately, the major problem has been resolved.
With a major incident looming over the potential exposure of a clandestine state agency, all relevant leaders and departments held an important meeting to summarize the situation.
The conclusion has nothing to do with Mo Yang.
His only concern was for Fan Siwen and Mo Yang, who were currently lying in the hospital and whose condition was still unknown.
After the interview, Mo Yang immediately requested to visit him in the hospital.
After being reported through multiple levels, I was finally allowed to pretend to travel for two hours.
After thinking it over, he put on Fan Siwen's hat, looked in the mirror, and figured that his identity wouldn't be recognized. Surrounded by several soldiers, he arrived at the hospital he knew all too well.
In a hospital room, two people lying in bed, having recovered from the physical effects of hunger, thirst, and cold after receiving timely IV fluids, were now playing on their phones with a renewed sense of energy. Mo Yang glanced through the small window, then knocked on the door and entered the room. Upon seeing Mo Yang, the two people's previously tired faces immediately brightened with vitality.
Mo Yang smuggled the people out of the room before sitting down to chat with the two of them.
Fan Siwen saw Mo Yang's new outfit, sat up curiously, and reached out to touch it.
"Why are you wearing a hat? Where did you get it?" Mo Yang took off his hat and handed it to him. "It's yours."
Fan Siwen took the hat and looked at it. "No wonder it looked so familiar. Why does it look better on you than on me? Is it because my head is bigger?" As she spoke, she touched her head with both hands, as if she was measuring something.
"Sorry, Professor, I'm passing the responsibility to you." The person lying on the bed next to him sat up slightly, and Mo Yang went over to help him up. Once he was settled, he returned to his chair and sat down again.
"It's alright, it's my job anyway," Mo Yang comforted him.
"I was thinking of going out to play, but I'm starving. Damn it, this is inhuman." After cursing for a while, he remembered to ask, "Oh right, what's going on? Why are you being so mysterious?"
"I have been nominated for the Nobel Prize."
"What? You won the Nobel Prize! That means I have two Nobel Prize mentors now!" Fan Siwen was so excited he almost jumped out of bed.
"It's just a nomination, not an award yet." Mo Yang calmed Fan Siwen down and put him down.
"Congratulations, Professor," a young man beside him added.
"Thanks."
"Wait a minute, you won the Nobel Prize, so why are we being interviewed by reporters?"
"Leaders have their own considerations."
“What is he considering? He’s considering himself,” Fan Siwen thought for a moment, then asked again, “Did you submit the application yourself?”
"It wasn't me."
"I knew it," Fan Siwen muttered to herself, "Who posted it?"
"I don't know either," Mo Yang replied instinctively.
"Could this person have any malicious intentions?"
"I don't know, stop guessing." Mo Yang shifted his position on one leg. "Let's not talk about me now, let's talk about the two of you."
"What do we have to say to each other?"
Fan Siwen slipped down onto the bed, her face flushed with jealousy.
"I want you to voluntarily apply to withdraw from this project."
"Why should I? I've suffered all the hardships with you, and you've won the Nobel Prize, but I haven't gotten a single benefit. I'm not having it," Fan Siwen muttered, turning her head to the side.
"It's not because of this project that you won the award. Besides, this is just the beginning. Who knows what awaits you later?"
"We'll have to wait and see what it is."
“Stubborn to the end.” Mo Yang turned his head and looked at Mo Yang beside him. “Mo Yang, you are smart. Think about the pros and cons of the current situation. You should persuade him to retreat when necessary.”
With an expressionless and unusually calm demeanor, Mo Yang said seriously, "Professor, do you think we can still back out now?"
"Why can't you back out? This is just the beginning. You haven't been in charge of the project for very long, and you don't know much about it. Besides, the dangers and difficulties are yet to come. If you say you want to back out now, you can."
"NONONO, Professor, it's safe to say now that this road is a one-way street. I suppose that's what they meant when they called me here."
Looking at Mo Yang's expression, which seemed resigned, Mo Yang thought of Huang Zhongqian.
Seeing that Song Yize didn't say anything more, Fan Siwen seized the opportunity to speak.
"You still don't understand what Mo Yang means? We're in the same boat now. There's no turning back."
He now understands why his father sent him here.
"We've both accepted our fate, so you should too."
Fan Siwen smiled wistfully.
The smile on his face didn't seem fake.
"You even said that Mo Yang was corrupted by you."
Mo Yang glanced at the person standing outside the window; this was the fourth time he had peered at him through the window. He adjusted his clothes, which weren't sticky with anything, and stood up. "Alright, since that's the case, you two should stay here and recover. Come back when you're better, and don't come back if you're not." With that, he snatched the hat that Fan Siwen was playing with.
"I know. We can't just take advantage of the government's resources. Why don't you stay here with us for a couple of days?"
Mo Yang looked around and thought for a moment, "Forget it, I won't come and cause trouble. I'll go back to my single room."
Upon hearing this, Fan Siwen sat up abruptly. "Well, you've been waiting for this day, haven't you?"
Mo Yang didn't reply to him, put on his hat and walked towards the door.
The person behind him seized the opportunity to add insult to injury, "As expected, it's the older generation who are in better shape and can withstand more strain, unlike us young people..."
Before he could finish speaking, Mo Yang had already taken off his hat and was about to throw it at him.
He stopped, pushed open the door, and walked out, not forgetting to say as he left, "Eat well."
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