Chapter 1807

Bob Dylan had a cold smile on the corner of his mouth when he heard Moore Clare's words.

Want to end the award ceremony early?

Ha ha Is this a brain problem or a human problem?

Bob Dylan thought about it carefully. He was more inclined to the latter than the former.

He felt that there was something wrong with Moore Kress, but he didn't know it.

"Professor krase, do you think I should give Richard the Nobel Prize in physics?" Bob Dylan narrowed his eyes and fixed his eyes on Moore Clares.

The words are plain, but the coldness is beyond the words.

Of course, Moore Clarence had expected the chill in Bob Dylan's words, but he didn't. He had a faint smile on his face all the time.

"Bob, I think this is the best way to solve this problem." "If, three days later, Professor Stephen proves that qinluo's argument is perfect, then we can return the Nobel Prize in physics to Professor Qin," he said with a smile

What else?

Bob Dylan almost didn't laugh directly when he heard Moore krase's words!

Shentemo give back the medal to Qin Luo? Is that what people can say?

It turned out that Stephen had little reading. If it was him, he couldn't really say it!

Bob Dylan, who has lived most of his life, has seen many shameless people, but it is the first time that he has seen such a brazen person.

Moore Krause's words have just refreshed his cognition.

Return the medal to Qin Luo.

If he doesn't return it, even if he does, what about the name engraved on the back of the medal?

Is it difficult to re label a medal?

Also, this Nobel Prize in physics is broadcast live all over the world.

Once the medal is awarded, it will be spread all over the world in the first time through the media around the world.

Richard's name will soon reach everyone's ears.

Even if the winner will be changed to Qin Luo three days later, how many people will believe it, and even many people will think it is inside!

Even if it's a joke, it's not like that!

"Chris, I want to ask you a question now, are you the Lord seat or am I the Lord seat?" Bob Dylan's eyes narrowed and his mouth curled in a cold arc.

"Er..."

On hearing this, Moore Krause's expression suddenly became black.

He's not stupid. He's got a refusal from Bob Dylan!

"You, of course..." Moore Kress chuckled and said, "but Mr. Bob, I think I need to remind you."

"Since the birth of our Nobel Prize, there has been no precedent for delaying the award."

"If you insist, none of us will agree."

As he spoke, Moore Krause turned to his companion behind him.

"That's right. We strongly disagree with delaying the award."

"There must be no such precedent."

"Mr. Bob, you can't do this..."

“……”

For a moment, all kinds of opposition came up, and they targeted Bob Dylan one after another.

They didn't believe it. Bob Dylan had the guts to stare at such pressure and go his own way.

However, their calculation did not work.