Rebirth: Super Banking System

Chapter 1897: Chapter 1722: Nobel Prize

After dinner.

Living room.

On the TV, there’s a time-travel drama produced by the Comet Group. There are no related policies yet to restrict time-travel dramas on domestic satellite TVs, but it’s estimated that will change next year.

The reason?

Not complicated.

Time travel.

The process is too risky, it’s either life or death. Therefore, out of a survival instinct, when adapting a novel into a TV series, changes are made to find a suitable reason to downplay the origin.

At least.

It won’t make people think that dying could lead to time travel.

“Tangtang.”

“Hmm?”

“I want to watch the next episode.”

After the second episode finished, Lin Jiaxue couldn’t help but join the binge-watching. Hearing this, Tang Qing smiled. All scripts in the group are reviewed by numerous industry veterans besides the scriptwriters.

What for?

—To specifically check the end of each episode, ensuring there’s enough attraction to make people continue watching. If it doesn’t meet the standard, the script needs to be revised, but only the ’hook’ part needs modification.

Psychology.

Is indispensable in this industry.

In novels.

It’s breaking off suspensefully.

“Alright.”

Tang Qing agreed.

Then.

Took out a mobile phone, operated it, actually notifying Little Two.

“Extended cut or broadcast version?” Tang Qing asked. The former might be more drawn out, primarily for sufficient material, while the latter is fast-paced and shorter.

“Broadcast version.” Lin Jiaxue said.

“Okay.”

In the next moment.

The TV screen switched to the new episode airing tomorrow, directly skipping the opening. The satellite TV drama is well-produced, and Tang Qing admired it. Even ten years later, the visuals wouldn’t be outdated.

For this.

The investment is huge.

Nearly fifty million.

In 2008, this was a rare investment.

Suddenly.

Tang Qing thought of a series.

“Qing Yu Nian”

Before rebirth, it was always said to start shooting, but even before passing away, it hadn’t begun. Last year this book was uploaded, and it would be finishing before Chinese New Year this year. Many people have waited ten years for it to start filming.

However.

This doesn’t require Tang Qing’s extra attention.

This series.

Is already in the group’s project plan, and after the year turns, preparation will begin. If everything goes well, it might hit major satellite TV channels by the end of next year. Starting ten years early, who knows what effect it will have.

But since there’s interest in watching,

Just shoot it.

After watching for ten minutes.

Ding Dong!

After a sound, a message flashed before Tang Qing’s eyes.

These people.

Can’t sit still again.

…

The next day.

Morning.

“Yesterday evening, the Nobel Prize Committee of the Royal Swedish Academy of Sciences announced that the 2008 Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine is awarded to the Zhiya Natural Science Research Center, to three scientists of Burmese nationality.”

“In recognition of their research on the Transcription Fluid, for its contribution to the human medical field, and invited the three scientists to attend the award ceremony on December 10 in Norway’s capital, Stockholm.”

As soon as the news broke.

The world’s attention shifted once again to Burma.

The Nobel Prize.

The highest honor many long for, with only six awarded each year.

-Economy.

-Literature.

-Peace.

-Chemistry.

-Physics.

-Biology.

Winning any one of these, one could almost boast for a lifetime.

“They deserve it.”

“Indeed.”

“Aside from them, if anyone else received it this year, I’d be unconvinced.”

“Well said.”

“This is truly a technology that benefits humanity. If the achievement of saving millions can’t earn this prize, the Nobel Prize would have no reason to exist anymore, losing all credibility.”

“Wholeheartedly convinced and supportive.”

“No contention, support.”

“…”

Deservedly so.

This is the general consensus. Late last year, the Transcription Fluid became known to the world. But when it first appeared, its effects couldn’t fully convince people, plus it was close to the announcement of awards.

Therefore.

Didn’t make the list.

This year.

Throughout the year, millions were saved, with significant effects and immeasurable merit. If this couldn’t earn the prize, whoever would get it would be scolded mercilessly, and the selection committee would be questioned.

Now.

As anticipated by all.

…

In Burma.

Regarding this,

The news just lightly mentioned it, without elaborating or making a grand announcement.

“It’s strange, why aren’t these people excited?”

In Xin’an City.

On the street.

Learning of this, looking around, many Western visitors and those seeking medical treatment were puzzled. It’s the Nobel Prize, such a high honor, you’ve never won it before. Why aren’t you celebrating a little?

Upon asking.

“Excited for what?” A Burmese person wondered.

“…”

Excited for what?

The Nobel Prize, after an explanation, the person calmly said, “So what about the Nobel Prize, it’s something we deserve. What’s there to be excited about? Even if we didn’t receive it, would that lessen a meal for us?”

The locals were very calm.

It’s just an award.

What’s there to be excited about? Besides, it’s a foreign award. How well we do at home, why need foreign recognition? Instead, use the time to create our own award, and have foreigners chase after it, that would be an achievement.

Thus.

Soon, foreigners began to understand.

Primarily, it’s because there’s no expectation. Before, everyone was farming, digging sustenance from the earth, who would pay attention to this. Now, all of a sudden, life is better, and many hear about this prize for the first time.

No expectation.

So there wouldn’t be any anticipated joy.

No matter how much outsiders praised it, it was hard to get too excited about it.

With this.

Many Westerners were baffled, where were the tears of gratitude, the sound of gongs and drums? It was different from what was imagined, and within the crowd, some were even calling not to receive the award.

“If they go, they might not come back.”

“Why?”

“The West has long wanted the Transcription Fluid technology but lacked opportunity. Now, with all the developers going abroad, if they were kidnapped, wouldn’t it be a huge loss for us?”

“Really? Then don’t go.”

“Too dangerous.”

“They can’t go.”

“Forget about this prize.”

“Exactly, whoever wants it can have it, or just send it directly to us.”

“…”

Suddenly.

Public opinion swiftly turned.

Leaving many people dumbfounded, what are you all thinking, saying you don’t want it, the whole world is watching, surely no one would be insane enough to kidnap them.

Although there’s a possibility.

However.

This isn’t a movie.

Actually,

Upon further thought.

They felt that this mindset wasn’t entirely unreasonable. After all, these few hold the lifeline. Though there are alternative products for the Transcription Fluid, their technology is still valuable.

Trillions-level.

Wealth that moves hearts and minds.

Moreover, this level of wealth feels a tad unbelievable, asking them to deliver it directly, or having someone receive it, imagining the scene at the award ceremony, they really couldn’t fathom it.

Honestly.

Could you be any crazier?

However.

Soon.

These people were quick to demonstrate with their actions—they could indeed be.

October 10.

In the morning.

Outside Zhiya Natural Research Center, a crowd unfurled banners demanding the protection of these national treasure-level scientists. In short, the sentiment was clear—receiving the prize is fine, but it’s best if the individuals don’t go.

…

In the capital.

“Pa!”

Bluem slapped the table.

“Troublemakers.”