Deep Space Planet Leader

Zhang Yuan has no interest in communicating with others. He will have to run away from Earth. It doesn't matter who you are, it's better to doze off.

I don’t know why, I can’t fall asleep in the dormitory, but it’s easy to get sleepy in the classroom or in public places like this.

Half an hour passed in a hurry...

The award ceremony usually starts from the last third prize, otherwise the first prize will be announced at once, and there will be What do you mean?

The atmosphere in the venue was very good. The host was very professional and humorous. In addition, it was the most well-known award in China, and there was a wave of applause.

"Next, the winner of the Star River Award for the'First Prize' is..." The host specifically sold off, took a look at Zhang Yuan who was still sleeping, and was slightly taken aback.

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

A video is playing on the screen: It’s about father’s life introduction: well-known mathematicians, engineers, spaceship master control system, nuclear engine engineers, etc...

Look Following the lines of text on the screen, the audience in the audience murmured and exclaimed.

Either one of these alone will be enough for an ordinary person to blow for a lifetime.

Amidst everyone’s exclamation, a piece of sad music played. Due to overwork, Professor Zhang died an untimely death at the age of 60... so his family members accepted the award on their behalf.

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

A microphone was handed over.

The host wants him to make a few acceptance speeches.

The venue gradually became quiet.

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

"I am honored to be my father and receive the first prize of the Star River Award."

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

Very procedural language, anyway, "thanks" are usually three, too much is not good, it sounds redundant; less, not good, it sounds not formal enough.

The first prize was originally a very sensational event. Adhering to the principle of Ningque not overrun, one will not be presented in several sessions, and it has been held by "vacancies" for a long time.

But now, because the person concerned has passed away and has become the representative of the family, there is less meaning, and the reporters don't have much interest in interviews.

Interview a family member, what can be interviewed?

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

Thank you to father, let yourself experience all kinds of aura plus body feeling .

Very stressful and very motivated.

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

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

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

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

No one will believe that no one will believe that Zhang Qiming, no matter how genius, knows that he will win the prize after he dies.

So, this must be youngster's personal behavior.

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.

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The audience burst into enthusiastic applause like never before.

"Thank you all!"

Slightly bowed, Zhang Yuan handed the microphone to the host, ready to step down. He saw Professor Wang Zhong and the big guys sitting around him, and was delighted by this surprise.

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

A large number of reporters flocked to them, like big yellow dogs smelling meat and bones. Don't be anxious.

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

"Mr. Zhang, please come here!"

"Excuse me Why are you???"

Zhang Yuan was dizzy.

It's over. It seems that you have done something bad with good intentions, so how come you accidentally provoke so many reporters!

The host cleared his throat, clearly knowing what the group of reporters wanted to ask.

He hurriedly said: "Dear friends from the press, due to time constraints, only one question is allowed."

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

Zhang Yuan "ge-deng" in his heart.

Coincidentally, it was Angelica, the blonde reporter who was bullied by herself. Yes, it is the who literary association, the one he has molested.

She wouldn't tease herself in this kind of occasion, would she?

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

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

"My ambition is to travel the entire world. I have visited many corners of the world, the prosperous Xia Country, the United States of Juanli, but there are still some poor countries..."

"...I once went to a small country and met a rich man there. He was wearing linen clothes, a kind of, um, yellow plant fiber clothes, the best clothes there. He has 8 wives, Please don’t laugh at this. In their country, polygamy is legal."

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

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

"You can imagine This kind of poverty still exists in the corners of the world. There is more than one place, more than one person, but many, many people..."

The venue was very quiet for a while.

Then whispering sounded again.

Zhang Yuan can already imagine what she wants to ask.

Angelika 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 too many poor people in the world who need our help. The Deep Space Foundation is already rich enough, and the investment in space and aviation is several millions each year. I'm sorry I can't remember this number. But donated to the poor people. With so little funding, isn't this turning the cart before the horse?"

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

Several political leaders have slightly frowned, for fear that the youngster might not answer well.

The entire award ceremony is live broadcast, every word and deed will be recorded, which will trigger a wide range of discussions among the people.

In particular, it is impossible not to talk about the full donation of bonuses.

The atmosphere in the entire venue calmed down. All eyes were focused on Zhang Yuan, wondering what the youngster would do.