Chapter 1281: Yungas Mountains (3)

Just stepping into the simple room, the computer sound from Hawking sounded, and then Wei Sheng saw the old man with loose hair, his head sideways, and a harmless smile on his face, and then little Cyril took him with him. The man who was not younger than Hawking looked forward came forward.
"This is Mr. Gellman, the director of the MacArthur Foundation, and a good friend of Professor Hawking. You know, the professor has been supported by the MacArthur Foundation over the years." Cyril introduced.
Looking at Cyril, who was obviously thin but energetic at the moment, it seemed that although the scientific research process was a bit harder, it really made him feel happy.
Looking at the old man introduced to Cyril again, his hair was gray, his face was round, his big nose was very conspicuous, and he had more age spots on his face, but he laughed very amiably. She knew that Hawking accepted the MacArthur Foundation in her past and present lives. For his help, they funded his research and development, and it was Mr. Gellman, Hawking’s friend who contributed to this.
At the same time, she and Holman stretched out their hands to shook them, and said with a smile, "It is the unpaid support of the MacArthur Foundation that has enabled Mr. Hawking to carry out significant research and development one after another. I am also a long-time admiration of Mr. Gellman's name. "
"Oh, Wei Sheng from Country Z, your name has spread throughout the UK. At breakfast the day before I left for the Yungas Mountains, believe me, my desk was full of newspapers about you. Listen. Say that you established the Nobel Prize that belongs to Country Z. Maybe we can take some time to talk about your foundation?" Gellman's expression was exaggerated and full of enthusiasm, a standard foreign greeting.
Wei Sheng is obviously reserved with Chinese characteristics. She smiled and nodded, "The MacArthur Prize awarded by the MacArthur Foundation is the highest award in the cultural circle of Country M. It is an honor to be given a point by Mr. Gellman."
"Ms. Wei is young and promising and so humble, I am at my age and can't reach this level, hahaha!" Gellman motioned to Wei Sheng to enter.
Hawking's computer voice came out again, "Thank you for coming at the appointed time. This makes me very pleased. Trust me, this time we may succeed."
Cyril added excitedly, "I'm sure."
Wei Sheng smiled, but the smiles did not appear to be in high spirits. Then she looked at Gellman who was standing by and couldn't help but ponder, hoping that Hawking would remember the agreement with her and did not reveal her secret to his best friend. My dear, but such a huge experiment must be supported by the MacArthur Foundation, otherwise Gellman will not appear here.
She wondered if Hawking said something to persuade Gellman.
"Don't worry." Cyril leaned over to Wei Sheng and said in a low voice, "He doesn't know anything, but when the experiment is successful, Gellman has the right to know the results of this experiment. But at that time..."
He winked at Wei Sheng, "Perhaps you are no longer in this world. Oh! Don't look at me like that, I mean you successfully realized the space travel, fulfilled your wish, and returned to another world, which belongs to you. world."
Belongs to your world?
Wei Sheng's heart suddenly became bored, and his brows wrung up, "Cyril, I don't plan to try any experiments. You should already have candidates during the experiment."