1758: C1758 My Signature Price Has Increased

C1758 My Signature Price Has Increased

In your head?

When he heard Qin Luo's words, the corner of Mo Tai's mouth couldn't help but twitch. He really wanted to refute that Qin Luo was bragging, but when the words reached his mouth, he couldn't say anything!

Thinking about Qin Luo's past experiences, whether it was Crawford's Mathematics Award, Fields's subsequent award, or the Computer Pioneer Award, he always chose to skip drafts every time he went on stage.

And now, Qin Luo continued to skip drafts. What couldn't he understand?

"Come on, I think you can..." Mo Tai patted Qin Luo's shoulder and said with a solemn expression.

You might not be able to do it, but I have faith in myself.

He looked at the mission column and said, Mission: Stand on top of Bell's highest podium (in progress). Qin Luo revealed a faint smile.

"Ahem, Director, and Professor Qin, can you guys talk later? It's getting late. If we keep talking, the award ceremony should be over soon," the middle-aged woman said.

Almost over?

Qin Luo hurriedly took out his phone to take a look. After chatting for a while, the time had come to 8. 45! There were still 15 minutes left until the award ceremony for Bell was official!

F * ck!

Qin Luo's heart skipped a beat. He quickly got into the carriage and kept urging, "Hurry up and drive! We're going to be late!"

Yes, Qin Luo was very worried about being late. In a sense, he was determined to get the Nobel Prize in Physics in front of him.

He did not cause the jury to dislike him because he was late, so he lost the medal that was within reach.

Uh... Could it be that he wasn't busy earlier or later?

The corner of Mo Tai's mouth twitched again when he saw the hurried expression on Qin Luo's face.

A second ago, Qin Luo was still calm and composed, but a second later, his expression became hurried. The contrast between the two was too great, and it made him feel speechless.

"Let's go back to school!" Mo Tai waved his hand and called everyone to get into the car.

After a while, the Mercedes-Benz was like a wild horse that had been freed from its reins, running wildly in the direction of the Royal Academy of Music.

After a while, the surrounding crowd suddenly came back to their senses.

They stared blankly in the direction the Mercedes-Benz had left in, their eyes filled with shock.

"I said, the person just now was Qin Luo?" Someone in the crowd asked uncertainly.

"It should be?"

"In other words, just now, I actually stood together with the future Nobel Prize winner, Bell?"

"It should be." Everyone nodded.

Yes!

The blond man's eyelids twitched as he hurriedly asked, "Who took pictures?"

Taking pictures?

Hearing the blond man's words, everyone stood rooted to the spot.

They looked around and shook their heads without exception.

"Why are you taking pictures?" Everyone asked.0

However, in the next second, they seemed to have understood something!

Qin Luo was the future winner of the Noble Bell Award. Taking a photo with Qin Luo was enough for them to brag about it.

But they actually let go of this opportunity!

"Damn it, why didn't anyone remind me?"

"Even if Professor Qin's signature photo is not used to brag, it can still be sold for 900 USD in the black market!"

... ""

For a moment, everyone let out a sorrowful cry.

In the car, Qin Luo was in a hurry. He did not know what was going on with the crowd.

Of course, even if he knew, he would not care.

Give them autographs? Qin Luo felt that it was better to sign for himself!

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