Rant Show: I Angrily Criticized a Million Parents

Chapter 731 The Despicable Teacher Huang!

"Hello? Are you Mr. Zhou? I'm Misha from the Nobel Committee!"

The woman on the other end of the phone was full of excitement. It was fantastic! Her idol had arrived!

The Nobel Committee? The Nobel Prize?
Zhou Yang suddenly felt a surge of excitement and sat up straight. "Misha? It's me! May I ask what's the matter?"

When Misha heard her idol's voice, she almost screamed, but she quickly composed herself and said seriously, "Congratulations, Mr. Zhou! You have been shortlisted for the Nobel Peace Prize!"

Nobel Peace Prize?

Zhou Yang was somewhat surprised; he had originally thought it was a literary award, and felt a little disappointed.

"Well, I am very honored!" Although he felt a little regretful, he was still happy to think that it was the Nobel Prize.

After hanging up the phone, Misha jumped up excitedly in Oslo. If Zhou Yang won the award, maybe she could get his autograph!
Just thinking about it is exciting! I really can't wait!
After hanging up the phone, Zhou Yang sneezed, wondering who was thinking about him.

He's been busy preparing for the Yang Foundation lately and hasn't had time to think about these things at all.

Meanwhile, the Nobel Committee announced the shortlist on social media.

"#Nobel Committee V: It's October again, and the Nobel Peace Prize selection has begun! The shortlist is as follows! (Image)#"

When netizens first saw the news, they didn't think much of it, but after seeing Zhou Yang's name, they were instantly in an uproar.

"Wow! Brother Yang made the list!!"

"Wait a minute! This must be the first time a celebrity has been nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize, right?!"

"My brother Yang is amazing! He's not someone who can just casually talk about 70 billion US dollars!"

"I was a bit shocked when I saw this list. I wanted to congratulate Brother Yang, but the chances of him being selected are too slim!"

"Yes, the chances of being selected are extremely slim! Yang fans, don't take it too seriously!"

"When I saw Zhou Yang's name on the list, I was simply amazed!"

"..."

Although netizens were surprised, they were not optimistic about Zhou Yang's chances of winning. It wasn't that they thought Zhou Yang's achievements were insignificant, but rather that with so many competitors worldwide, they believed her chances of winning were extremely low.

Even Zhou Yang himself thinks so.

When Lao Hu and others saw the news, they all sent their congratulations to Zhou Yang on WeChat.

This resulted in Zhou Yang finding hundreds of messages on his phone when he picked it up after finishing his work.

He checked each item one by one, a smile spreading across his face.

Old Hu: Kid, that's really good! I never expected you to be shortlisted for the Nobel Peace Prize, congratulations!

"Dilraba: You can't be stingy! You have to treat us to a meal after you win the award!"

"Nazar: I'm so happy for you to see the news of your nomination today! You're so cool, love you!"

"Favrein: Wow! Congratulations on being shortlisted for the Nobel Peace Prize! I can't even imagine the word 'Nobel'!"

Baoqiang: Haha! All of us old friends are waiting for you to win the award. Are you ready to treat us to dinner?

Zhou Yang responded to each of these messages, essentially saying that his chances of winning the award were slim.

Meanwhile, people started placing bets online, speculating on who would win, with Zhou Yang's odds being particularly low.

Zhou Yang is ranked outside the top ten on the shortlist, so his chances seem slim.

At this point, Zhou Yang's odds were 30 to 1.

Nevertheless, Lao Hu and others had full confidence in Zhou Yang, believing he would win the prize, and each placed bets of over 100,000 yuan to support him.

"#Old Hu: I really support Zhou Yang! He bet over 100,000 yuan, he has to buy me a boxed lunch!#"

"#Baoqiang: Lao Hu can't be too stingy! We support Zhou Yang! Be generous, but don't exceed 100,000 yuan!"

"#Xu Jingjiang: Since you all say that, of course I wholeheartedly support Zhou Yang!#"

"#Wu Jing: I think Teacher Xu really wants Zhou Yang to treat him to dinner. See, I just love telling the truth!" Faced with the public support from Zhou Yang's friends, netizens flocked to watch.

"How's Yang Ge feeling right now? Hahaha!"

"You guys are really interesting! You seem to get along well in private!"

"Old Hu and Brother Yang are famously good friends, a pair of singles!"

"Haha, I've heard that too! They've never even had a scandal!"

"That's really impressive! He even managed to make a joke while offering his support!"

"If Brother Yang saw this, he would think: 'Don't I have any dignity?!'"

"Front row seats for onlookers, hahaha! Does this count as leaving a mark of good deeds?"

"..."

However, netizens also realized that Zhou Yang's strongest competitor is the environmental activist from Europe.

The environmental activist has made considerable contributions to society, making her more likely to receive an award.

However, Zhou Yang is not focused on whether he will win an award, nor is he concerned that his competitor is the environmental activist. His most important task at present is to promote the development of the Yang Foundation.

Since the Yang Foundation had just started operating, someone had to be in charge of supervision. Zhou Yang carefully reviewed every contract before signing it.

As the days went by, netizens gradually forgot about the incident.

But a week later, Zhou Yang received a call from the Nobel Committee, and it was Misha who called.

"Mr. Zhou! Congratulations! You have won the Nobel Peace Prize!"

An excited female voice came from the other end of the phone, and Zhou Yang could hardly believe what he was hearing.

Are you talking about me?

What makes me qualified to receive this award?

Zhou Yang was taken aback for a moment, then asked, "Are you sure it's me?"

Misha was very happy on the phone to see such a cute side of her idol.

"Of course it's you! The Nobel Peace Prize laureate!"

The news of this award came as a complete surprise, leaving Zhou Yang astonished.

It would be a lie to say he was unhappy; this is a Nobel Prize, its prestige is self-evident!

However, after a brief period of joy, he threw himself back into his work with the Yang Foundation.

Two days later, Zhou Yang boarded a flight to Oslo.

As soon as Zhou Yang got off the plane, he was welcomed by the Nobel Committee.

He was greeted by Misha, a judge from the Nobel Committee, who was also a big fan of Zhou Yang.

When they first met, Misha was visibly excited and exclaimed, "Mr. Zhou, you don't even look this handsome in the movies!"

Misha is absolutely right; the image he portrayed in the movie cannot compare to the real him.

Zhou Yang politely replied, "You are even more beautiful than the rumors suggest!"

Misha blushed immediately upon hearing this, but was secretly overjoyed!
Afterwards, Zhou Yang checked into the hotel, and their conversation came to a temporary end.

The next day, Zhou Yang got up early and changed into the suit and leather shoes he always carried with him. Despite not having a styling team, he still looked dashing. To give the Nobel Prize ceremony a formal impression, Zhou Yang even meticulously styled his hair.

Soon after, Misha personally drove to pick him up.

When Zhou Yang appeared, he seemed to have his own halo, which almost made Misha scream with excitement!

(End of this chapter)