3907: C3907 A Late Press Conference

C3907 A Late Press Conference

In a short two years, Qin Luo went from an unknown high school student to the most popular professor in the world of academia.

He solved the unsolved mystery of the mathematics world. Goldbach guessed, solved the song of Great God Riemann, and solved the brightest pearl on the crown of number theory...

Hydrogen energy, Graphene Cell, aerospace technology...

The entire world changed because of Qin Luo's appearance.

And all of this, only two years had passed.

Two years ago, the research of hydrogen energy had just begun. The Graphene Cell was still in its infancy, and China's aerospace technology was facing a technological blockade...

But after a short two years, all of this became reality!

Qin Luo relied on his own strength to forcefully push the development of science forward by a large margin!

This was a miracle.

A miracle that belonged to Qin Luo!

Or rather, Qin Luo himself was a miracle.

A miracle? Bruce Duru scoffed.

Indeed, he knew that Qin Luo was very awesome!

He also knew that Qin Luo had created a miracle.

However, in terms of essence, Qin Luo was still a human.

He was not Ultraman. He was not a superman. He would also die of old age and illness.

His body structure was exactly the same as an ordinary person. He had two shoulders and a head.

So, after being poisoned by the venom of the King Snake, the others would die.

Qin Luo would also die.

John - Rockefeller had said so much, but he was just lying to himself!

"Old John, since you believe in miracles, we'll wait and see."

"Let me tell you, let's make a bet. Tonight, Isgrob will announce Qin Luo's death." Bruce Duru said with a sneer.

"I accept it!" Without any hesitation, John Rockefeller took it and said, "What are you betting on?"

"If Qin Luo did not die tonight, then I want you to apologize in front of all the reporters and media."

"If Qin Luo dies, then apologize to me." Bruce Dulu said in a stern voice.

"No problem, then it's settled!" John Rockefeller immediately nodded his head.

If it was another bet, he might have to consider it.

But to bet whether Qin Luo was dead or not?

Wasn't this just giving it away for free?

John, Rockefeller really couldn't think of a reason to reject this kind of bet that would definitely win.

"Old John, prepare to apologize..."1

"Hehe, I should have said that to you."

After exchanging some harsh words, John Rockefeller hung up the phone, and a bright smile appeared on his face.

He was looking forward to seeing Burse Duru apologizing in front of the whole world.

...

In the conference room of the Royal Viana Hospital...

A group of reporters from all over the world were carrying cameras as they stared at the entrance of the hospital.

There were still ten minutes left before the Princeton University hospital director's press conference, which Isgrob had gathered, would begin.

Everyone knew the content of this press conference.

He would announce Qin Luo's news.

Ten, nine, eight, seven... three... two... one.

When it was 6: 00 p.m., the door to the conference room was suddenly pushed open.

Isgrob walked in with a gloomy face.

Yes, his face was gloomy.

At this moment, everyone's heart fell to the bottom of the valley.

Although Isgrob hadn't said anything, they could roughly guess from his expression.

Qin Luo might really be gone!

"Damn it, why did this happen?" Jack tightly clenched his fists, his eyes flashing with raging fury.

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