Zhang Yuan has no interest in communicating with others, he is about to run away from the earth, it doesn't matter who you are, it is better to doze off.

I don't know why, I can't sleep in the dormitory, but in the classroom or in a public place, it's easy to get sleepy.

Half an hour passed in a hurry......

The award ceremony usually starts with the lowest third prize, otherwise the first prize will be promulgated all at once, what is the meaning behind it?

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

"Next, the winner of the 'first prize' of the Galaxy Award is ......" The host deliberately sold a pass, glanced at Zhang Yuan, who was still sleeping, and was slightly stunned.

Zhang Yuan suddenly heard his father's name, a spirit, and quickly woke up from his sleep.

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

Looking at the lines of text on the screen, the audience let out whispered discussions and exclamations.

If any of these items are taken out alone, it is enough for ordinary people to blow for a lifetime.

Amid everyone's exclamations, a piece of sad music sounded. Due to overwork, Professor Cheung died young at the age of 60...... Therefore, his family members will receive the award on their 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 give a few acceptance speeches.

The venue gradually fell silent.

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

"It's an 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 panel of judges, the scientific committee, and the ......"

Very programmatic language, anyway, "thanks" are usually three, too much is not good, it sounds redundant; Less, it's not good, it doesn't sound formal enough.

Originally, the first prize was a very sensational thing, adhering to the principle of preferring shortage to excess, there will not be one in several sessions, and it has been held by "vacancy" for a long time.

But now, because the person concerned has passed away and has become a family member on behalf of the family, it is less meaningful, and the reporters are not too interested in interviewing.

What can be found in interviewing a family member?

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

Thanks to my father, I was able to experience all kinds of aura.

It's stressful and motivating.

However, the next words were what Zhang Yuan originally wanted to say.

“…… According to my father's wishes, here, I am willing to donate all the prize money, that is, 10 million cash, to the Deep Space Foundation to support the development of the space industry! ”

This time it almost stabbed the hornet's nest, and a bee-like whisper sounded from the audience.

Although Zhang Yuan is only a substitute, this act of donating all the bonuses still caused a lot of discussion.

What is the last wish or not, no one will believe it, no matter how talented Zhang Qiming is, it is impossible for him to know that he will win the award after he dies.

So, this must be a personal act of young people.

Ten million!

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

He just gave up.

Bang Bang Bang!

The audience erupted in applause that had never been heard before.

"Thank you!"

Bowing slightly, Zhang Yuan handed the microphone to the host and prepared to walk off the stage. He saw Professor Wang Zhong and several bigwigs sitting around him, and they were happy by this surprise.

"Mr. Zhang, can you give me an interview?"

A large number of reporters flocked to it, like a big yellow dog that smelled the smell of meat and bones, and he was in a hurry not to want it.

"Mr. Zhang, I have a question for you......"

"Mr. Zhang, please come over here!"

"Why, please? ……”

Zhang Yuan was dizzy for a while.

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

The moderator cleared his throat, knowing exactly what the group of reporters wanted to ask.

He hurriedly relieved the siege and said: "Fellow journalists, due to time constraints, only one question is allowed. ”

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

Zhang Yuan "chuckled" in his heart.

Coincidentally, it was Angelica, the blonde reporter who had been bullied by herself. That's right, it's the one who has been molested by him.

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

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

However, she quickly adjusted her emotions, considered 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 country, the juanli rice country, but there are also some small poor countries......"

“…… I once went to a small country and met a rich man there. He was dressed in linen, a kind of, well, yellow, of plant fibers, the best clothes there. He has 8 wives, please don't laugh at this, polygamy is legal in their country. ”

"How rich is he? He has a cassava processing plant with two machines capable of grinding cassava into powder. ”

Because of this, he became a well-known and wealthy man. Almost all the girls in the village were willing to marry him. ”

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

There was silence in the room.

Then there was another whisper.

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 it more? ”

"There are still many, many poor people in the world who need our help. The Deep Space Foundation is rich enough, investing hundreds of billions of dollars a year in aerospace, and I'm sorry I can't remember that number. With so little money donated to the poor, isn't it a bit of putting the cart before the horse? ”

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

Several political bigwigs had already frowned slightly, for fear that the young man would not answer well.

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

In particular, it is impossible not to make a full donation without being discussed.

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