Last night, while Su was incessantly calling him to try on clothes, Qiao Ze made a decision and chose—the latter.
After all, spending decades in a self-righteous world, only to enter the grave without any verification, Qiao Ze found it far too dull.
He wasn't interested in the Earth's scenery, but in thirty years, he would only be fifty-two, and his body should be able to support him taking a spaceship, leaving Earth to get close to other planets, to see those alien landscapes and see how they differed from his mental pictures.
So, whether or not anyone watched him receive the award, or even if he won the award, was unimportant.
What Qiao Ze wanted was a spaceship with good performance and safety, and a port that guaranteed the freedom of interstellar travel.
To achieve these, not to mention 15,000 Canadian dollars, even 1.5 trillion Canadian dollars might not be enough.
However, he still had to maintain face for the organizing committee...
