Chapter 1771 You have lost since 1

Chapter 1771 You have lost since 1

I choose first?hehe……

The corners of Cameron's mouth slightly raised, a flash of such an expression flashed across his face, he nodded and said, "Since Professor Qin has already spoken, then I won't be polite."

"I choose Donovan!"

Yes, Cameron didn't choose anyone else, and he had only one goal from beginning to end, and that was Donovan.

As the vane of the Nobel Prize in Literature and the winner of the Kafka Prize for Literature, in terms of probability, Donovan has the greatest chance of winning.

Qin Luo smiled slightly. He had expected Cameron's choice.

"I choose Olga..."

"Professor Qin, you are doomed..."

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Everything in the world can stop, except time.

While Qin Luo and Cameron were having a chat, the chairman of the Nobel Foundation, Bob Dylan, had already walked onto the podium slowly.

And behind him are the judges of the Nobel Prize in Literature.

Different from just now, this time behind them was a tall blond woman, holding a tray in his hand with a golden medal on it.

Everyone's eyes widened suddenly: the Nobel Prize for Literature medal!

Under the illumination of the lights, the golden medal shone with bright golden light, which looked a different kind of beauty.

Of course, beauty is inevitable, because the Nobel Medal is designed by a famous artist and the production is very exquisite.

The first Nobel Medal was cast in 1902, with a diameter of 6.6 cm, made of about 200 grams of gold, and designed by the sculptor Li Debo.

Although the designs of the Nobel Medals vary from year to year, they are all engraved with a Nobel relief, and their birth and death dates are cast in Roman numerals.

It is also engraved with the name of the winner, the award, the year of the award, and the eulogy "What a kind and great man, people rely on his contributions and discoveries to make people's intelligent life more fulfilling".

The design of the literary award medal is: a young man sits under a laurel tree, fascinatedly listening to and recording the song of the Muse.

And on his back, the name of the winner is engraved, but who that name is is still unknown.

Under the eager eyes of everyone, Bob Dylan walked slowly to the speaking seat.

At this moment, everyone held their breath.

Everyone knows that in the next 5 minutes, a new Nobel Prize winner will be born.

"Whether it's Donovan or Harper Lee, it must not be Olga." Cameron held his breath, staring fixedly at Bob Dylan.

After a while, not only will a brand new winner of the Nobel Prize be born, but it will also directly affect the outcome of the bet between him and Qin Luo!

"Mr. Cameron, if you surrender now, I can pretend that nothing happened." Seeing Cameron's nervous expression, Qin Luo's mouth curled into a teasing arc.

nothing happened?
how can that be!

In order to get to Qin Luo, he even took off his pants!

Now Qin Luo told him nothing happened, how could this be possible!

He won't answer anything.

"Professor Qin, it's too late! You've already lost!" Cameron said confidently, "Just wait until you get a job at MIT."

Does this count as committing suicide?
No matter what others think, anyway, Qin Luo thinks it is.

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"Ahem..." Bob Dylan coughed, signaling for everyone to be quiet.

After everyone quieted down, Bob Dylan's eyes swept over everyone.