Wandering Spaceship in Deep Space Chapter 34: Big trouble!

　　Zhang Yuan has no interest in communicating with others. He is going to run away from the earth. It's better to take a nap on whoever you are.

　　 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 hurry past...

　　The award ceremony usually starts with the last third prize. Otherwise, the first prize will be announced all at once. What's the point behind it?

　　 The atmosphere at 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 "First Prize" of the Galaxy Awards 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 jealous spirit, and quickly woke up from his sleep.

　　 is playing a video on the screen: It’s about the introduction of his father’s life: 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 exclaimed.

　　 Any one of these alone will be enough for ordinary people to blow for a lifetime.

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

　　 After waiting for the host to finish speaking, Zhang Yuan came to the 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 he was not nervous.

　　"It is an honor to be able to replace my father and receive the first prize of the Galaxy Award."

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

　　 is a very procedural language. Anyway, "thanks" are usually three. If it's too much, it sounds redundant; if it's less, it's not good, and it doesn't sound formal enough.

　　 The first prize was originally a very sensational thing. Adhering to the principle of Ning Que not abuse, there will be no one for 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 a representative of the family, there is less meaning, and the reporters don't have much interest in interviews.

　　 interviewing a family member, what can be interviewed?

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

　　Thank my father for allowing me to experience the feeling of adding various auras.

　　 is very stressful and very motivated.

　　 However, Zhang Yuan originally wanted to say the next thing.

　　"...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!"

　　 This slammed 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 would believe that no one would believe that Zhang Qiming was so talented that he would never know that he would win an award after he died.

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

　　10 million!

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

　　 He just gave up.

　　Papa!

　　 The audience burst into enthusiastic applause like never before.

　　 "Thank you all!"

　　 bowed slightly, 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 he 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 want them in a hurry.

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

　　 "Mr. Zhang, please come over here!"

　　"Why are you?......"

　　 Zhang Yuan was dizzy.

　　 is over, it seems that I have done something bad, how can I accidentally provoke so many reporters!

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

　　He quickly cleared the siege and said: "Dear friends from journalists, due to time constraints, only one question is allowed."

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

　　Zhang Yuan "cocked" in his heart.

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

　　 She wouldn’t tease herself in such a situation, would she?

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

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

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

　　"...I once went to a small country~IndoMTL.com~ and met a tycoon 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 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 such poverty still exists in the corners of the world, in more than one place, more than one person, but many, many people..."

　　 The venue was quiet for a while.

　　 followed by another whisper.

　　 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 people who need them more?"

　　"There are still too many poor people in the world who need our help. The Deep Space Foundation is rich enough to invest millions of billions in aerospace and aviation every year. I’m sorry I can’t remember this number. And The funds donated to poor people are so small, 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 young man could not answer well.

　　 The entire award ceremony is broadcast live, and every word and deed will be recorded, which will arouse widespread discussion among the people.

　　Especially, it is impossible not to be talked about in such a thing as a full donation of bonuses.

　　 The atmosphere in the entire venue calmed down, and all eyes focused on Zhang Yuan, wondering what the young man would do.