Jiang Yan Hai paused. He did not argue. Setting everything else aside, if anyone claimed the program he had written was not worthy of that award, then they should name a more prestigious one.
To be honest, if Jiang Yan Hai himself had been interested in the Nobel Prize, plenty of his technologies could have won one with ease.
It was simply that Jiang Yan Hai had no interest in the Nobel Prize at all. A person's achievements did not exist because they had been recognized by some award; they existed because that person had accomplished them.
Being recognized by the Nobel Prize would not make Jiang Yan Hai feel particularly excited. Unlike those in the film and television industry who preferred foreign awards, Jiang Yan Hai felt that recognition from domestic awards was what would make him happiest.
It had nothing to do with anything else. He was Chinese, that was all. What was wrong with finding greater happiness in benefiting his fellow countrymen and receiving recognition from the people he had protected with his life?
Why should I be happy over recognition from people who have nothing to do with me?
That was Jiang Yan Hai's own view. He did not know how others thought, nor did he want to know. In any case, no one could change his mind.
"What? Do you have any objections?" Seeing Jiang Yan Hai remain silent, the chief immediately asked with a smile.
"No." Jiang Yan Hai shook his head. "So, the reform of the domestic information industry this time was also intentional on your part?" He looked at them.
He would not dare claim to be an intelligence expert, but his Bai San identity had not been for nothing. Jiang Yan Hai's mind made him sufficiently sensitive to such matters.
So