Zhang Yuan had no interest in communicating with others. He was about to run away from the earth. He was better off than dozing off.

I don’t know why, I can’t sleep in the dormitory, but I can’t feel sleepy in the classroom or in such public places.

Half an hour passed in a hurry...

The award ceremony usually starts from the third prize at the best time. Otherwise, the first prize will be awarded at once. What else is there to say?

The atmosphere in the venue was very good, the host was very professional and humorous, and it was the most well-known award in China, and the applause was buzzing.

"Next, the winner of the 'first prize' of the Galaxy Award is..." The host deliberately kept it a secret, looked at Zhang Yuan who was still sleeping, and was slightly stunned.

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

A video is playing on the screen: It is about the life of my father: a well-known mathematician, an engineer, a spacecraft main control system, a nuclear engine engineer, etc.

Looking at the lines of text on the screen, the audience below made a low voice and amazement.

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

Amid everyone's amazement, a sad piece of music sounded. Because of excessive hard work, Professor Zhang died young at the age of 60... so his family members received the award.

After the host finished speaking, Zhang Yuan went on stage, bowed slightly, and took over the gold medal.

A microphone was handed over.

The host wanted him to give a few comments on the award.

The venue gradually became quiet.

Zhang Yuan had already written the draft and was not nervous.

"I'm honored to be able to receive the first prize of the Galaxy Prize on behalf of my father."

"First of all, please allow me to thank the judges, the scientific committee, and thank you..."

A very programmatic language, anyway, there are usually three "thank you". If there are too many, it sounds redundant; if there are too few, it is not good, and it sounds not formal enough.

Originally, the first prize was a very sensational thing. Adhering to the principle of not being insignificant than being indiscriminate, one of them will not be released for several years, and it has been controlled by "vacancies" for a long time.

But now, because the person involved has passed away and has become a family member, he has less meaning and the reporters have not much interest in interviewing.

What can I do when interviewing a family member?

Zhang Yuan sighed in his heart that if he won this award, that would be the real glory...

Thanks to my father, I have experienced the feeling of adding various halos.

Very stressful and motivated.

However, what Zhang Yuan wanted to say next.

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

This made a hornet's nest, and a bee-like whisper sounded from the audience.

Although Zhang Yuan is just a leader, this behavior of donating all the bonuses has still caused a lot of discussion.

No one would believe that Zhang Qiming would never give up his wishes. No matter how talented he is, he would never know that he would win an award after he dies.

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

Ten million!

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

He gave up like that.

Slap sex!

There was never-ending warm applause from the audience.

"Thank you everyone!"

After bowing slightly, Zhang Yuan handed the microphone to the host and was about to step down. He saw Professor Wang Zhong and several bigwigs sitting around him, and were amazed by this surprise.

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

A large number of reporters flocked to him, as if he had smelled the smell of meat and bones, so anxious that he was not afraid of it.

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

"Mr. Zhang, please come here!"

"Why are you?..."

Zhang Yuan felt dizzy.

It's over, it seems like I've done something bad, why have I accidentally provoked so many reporters!

The host cleared his throat and knew clearly what these reporters wanted to ask.

He quickly rescued the situation and said, "Dear journalists, due to time restrictions, only one question is allowed."

"Just this lady, what do you want to ask?" he asked, pointing to a lady in front.

Zhang Yuan's heart skipped a beat.

It was a coincidence that it was Angelica, the blonde journalist who had been bullied by himself. Yes, it was the one who had been teased by some humanities association.

She won't tease herself on such occasions, right?

Angelica looked at Zhang Yuan with a complicated look. She actually wanted to take revenge on Zhang Yuan, but she didn't dare to do this in such an occasion.

However, she quickly adjusted her emotions, thought about it, and said in fluent Xia language: "Hello everyone, my name is Angelica, and I am from Languo."

"My ambition is to travel the whole world. I have visited many corners of the world, the prosperous Xia Kingdom, the beautiful United States, but there are also some poor small countries..."

"...I once went to a small country and met a Monopoly there. He was wearing linen clothes, a kind of, well, yellow plant fiber clothes, the best clothes there. He had 8 wives, please don't laugh at this. In their country, polygamy is a legal act."

"How rich is he? He has a cassava processing plant and two machines that can crush cassava into powder."

"It's because of this that he became a famous mogul. Almost all the girls in the village are willing to marry him."

"You can imagine that such poverty still exists in every corner of the world, not only one place, not only one person, but many people..."

The venue was quiet for a while.

Then there were whispers again.

Zhang Yuan could already imagine what she wanted to ask.

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

"There are so many poor people in the world who need our help. The Deep Space Foundation is rich enough to invest millions of dollars in space and aerospace every year. I'm sorry I can't remember this number. And the amount of funds donated to poor people is so small. Is it a bit over the cart?"

This question is very sharp, even with a hint of political sensitivity.

Several political tycoons had already frowned slightly, fearing that the young man would not answer well.

The entire award ceremony was broadcast live, and every word and action would be recorded, which would trigger widespread discussion among the people.

In particular, it is impossible not to be discussed in full bonuses.
Chapter completed!