"The Nobel Prize!" the reporter said with a bitter expression. "We received word that this year's Physiology or Medicine Prize will go to Song He and Xiang Xiaotong. Our newspaper sent us here and ordered us to find a way to meet them and get a first-hand interview draft!"
"But those two winners don't seem interested in appearing in public. All our media vehicles were stopped at the entrance, and the security guards gathered there to drive us away. We had no choice but to climb over the wall!" The reporter looked terribly aggrieved.
"Where did the news come from? Is it reliable?" Lu Geng asked, slightly startled.
"I don't know! Anyway, the notice said we had to get the draft, so it should be reliable, right?" The reporter struggled. "Hey, student, let me go. I'll give you two thousand yuan. Deal?"
"We'll take one reporter to the Security Department for five thousand!" Lu Geng waved a hand.
"I won't make much from this job in the first place. If I give you five thousand, I won't make anything!" the reporter said bitterly. "How about three thousand? You'll be a wage worker after graduation too. Don't make things difficult for another wage worker!"
"Four thousand. You're in luck—I'll tell you how to meet Song He!" Lu Geng pulled a School of Pharmacy ID card from his pocket and waved it in front of the reporter.
The reporter's eyes instantly lit up. "Great! Transfer the money!"
Lu Geng released his collar and took out his phone.
The reporter took off running!
"Damn it!" Lu Geng cursed. He sprinted after the reporter, caught him, and seized him again.
The reporter struggled desperately, but Lu Geng was far stronger. He held on tightly and refused to let go. After thrashing around for a