Deep Space Fleet

Zhang Yuan has no interest in communicating with others, he is about to run away from the earth, who cares who you are, might as well doze off.

I don't know why, but I can't fall asleep in the dormitory, but I tend to fall asleep in the classroom or such a public place.

Half an hour hurried past...

The award ceremony usually begins with the third prize, otherwise, if the first prize is announced all at once, what's the point?

The atmosphere at the venue was very good, the host was very professional and humorous, and it was the most famous award in China, so the applause was raging.

"Next, the winner of the 'First Prize' of the Galaxy Award is..." The host purposely kept it off, glanced at Zhang Yuan who was still sleeping, and was slightly taken aback.

Zhang Yuan suddenly heard his father's name, he was shocked, and quickly woke up from his sleep.

A video is playing on the screen: it is about my father's life introduction: well-known mathematician, engineer, spacecraft master control system, nuclear engine engineer, etc...

Looking at the lines of text on the screen, the audience in the audience murmured and marveled.

Take any one of these alone, it is enough for ordinary people to boast for a lifetime.

Amidst the exclamation of everyone, a piece of sad music sounded. Due to overwork, Professor Zhang died young at the age of 60...so his family accepted the award on his behalf.

After the host finished speaking, Zhang Yuan came to the stage, bowed slightly, and received the gold medal.

A microphone was handed over.

The host wanted him to make a few acceptance speeches.

The venue gradually became quiet.

Zhang Yuan had already prepared the draft, and was not nervous.

"It's a great honor to be able to replace my father and receive the first prize of the Galaxy Award."

"First of all, allow me to thank the jury, the scientific committee, and..."

Very procedural language, anyway, "thank you" is usually three, too much is not good, it sounds redundant; less is not good, it does not sound formal enough.

Originally, the first prize was a very sensational event. Adhering to the principle of preferring shortages to excesses, no one will be awarded for several sessions, and it has been dominated by "vacancies" for a long time.

But now, because the person involved has passed away and has become a family representative, there is less meaning, and the reporters are not too interested in interviewing.

Interview a family member, what can be interviewed?

Zhang Yuan sighed in his heart, if he won this award, it would be a real honor...

Thanks to my father, I let myself experience all kinds of auras.

Very stressful, but also very motivating.

However, what Zhang Yuan wanted to say next was what Zhang Yuan originally wanted to say.

"...According to my father's last wish, here, I am willing to donate all the prize money, which is 10 million cash, to the Deep Space Foundation to support the development of the aerospace industry!"

This moment almost stabbed a hornet's nest, and a whisper of bees sounded from the audience.

Although Zhang Yuan was only the representative, this behavior of donating all the bonus still caused a lot of discussion.

No one will believe that there is no last wish. No matter how talented Zhang Qiming is, it is impossible for him to know that he will win the prize after he dies.

Therefore, this must be the individual behavior of young people.

Ten million!

This is definitely not a small number, enough for an ordinary person to spend the rest of his life comfortably.

He just gave up.

Clap clap!

There was unprecedented warm applause from the audience.

"thank you all!"

Bowing slightly, Zhang Yuan handed the microphone to the host, ready to step off the stage. He saw Professor Wang Zhong, and several bigwigs sitting around, were overjoyed by this surprise.

"Mr. Zhang, can I accept an interview?"

A large group of reporters flocked here, like a big yellow dog who smelled the smell of meat and bones, and they were in a hurry.

"Mr. Zhang, I have a question I want to ask you..."

"Mr. Zhang, please come here for a while!"

"May I ask why??..."

Zhang Yuan felt dizzy for a while.

It's over, it seems that he did something bad with good intentions, why did he accidentally provoke so many reporters!

The host cleared his throat, knowing exactly what the reporters wanted to ask.

He hurriedly said: "Dear reporters, due to time constraints, only one question is allowed."

"Just this lady, what do you want to ask?" He pointed to a woman at the front and asked.

Zhang Yuan felt a "thump" in his heart.

Coincidentally, it was the blond reporter Angelica who was bullied by him. Yes, it's the Humanities Association, the one he molested.

She wouldn't tease herself on this occasion, would she?

Angelika looked at Zhang Yuan with complicated eyes. She actually wanted to take revenge on Zhang Yuan, but on this occasion, she didn't dare to really do it.

However, she quickly adjusted her mood, thought it over, and said in fluent Xia language: "Hi everyone, my name is Angelika, and I'm from Languo."

"My ambition is to travel the whole world. I have visited many corners of the world, the prosperous Xia country, the beautiful America, but there are still some small and poor countries..."

"...I once went to a small country and met a rich man there. He wore linen, a kind of, um, yellow vegetable fiber clothes, the best clothes there. He had 8 wives, please Don't laugh at it, polygamy is legal in their country."

"How rich is he? He has a cassava processing factory with two machines that can grind cassava into powder."

"Because of this, he became a well-known rich man. Almost all the girls in the village are willing to marry him."

"Everyone can imagine that this kind of poverty still exists in every corner of the world, not just in one place, not just one person, but many, many people..."

It was very quiet in the venue.

Then there was the whispering again.

Zhang Yuan could already imagine what she wanted to ask.

Angelika continued: "What I want to ask is, Mr. Zhang Yuan, why don't you donate this sum of money to those who need it more?"

"There are still too many poor people in the world who need our help. The Deep Space Foundation is already rich enough. It invests hundreds of trillions in aerospace every year. I'm sorry I can't remember the number. Donating to the poor The people's funds are so little, isn't that putting the cart before the horse?"

The question is poignant, even with a hint of political sensitivity.

Several political leaders have frowned slightly, for fear that the young man may not answer well.

The entire awards ceremony will be broadcast live, and every word and deed will be recorded, which will trigger extensive discussions among the people.

In particular, it is impossible not to discuss things like donating the full bonus.

The atmosphere in the entire venue became quiet, and all eyes focused on Zhang Yuan, wondering how this young man would respond.