The day Manstein went to Stockholm, a moderate rain fell in Nandu.
After an eleven-hour flight, Manstein hardly closed his eyes on the plane. He went through his presentation PPT three times, making one or two minor changes each time. Sitting next to him was a Swedish businessman. Seeing him constantly fiddling with his computer, the businessman couldn't help but ask, "Are you going to Stockholm for a conference?"
"Kind of!" Manstein replied.
"What conference? Related to the Nobel Prize?"
"An event during the Nobel Prize award week."
The Swedish businessman's expression immediately changed. He looked at Manstein, then at the densely-packed charts on his screen, hesitating, "Are you... a laureate?"
"No, I'm speaking on behalf of someone else."
"On behalf of someone else?" The Swedish businessman obviously didn't understand.
