Wollaston's lips curled. "Hibernation!"
Matt was just about to argue when he heard that word and froze.
Thomas was left speechless too, his entire body locking in place.
That single word had an astonishing effect. The two old men, who had been speaking so eloquently moments ago, looked as if they had been struck by lightning. They completely forgot everything they had prepared to say and stood there like wooden statues.
"Hibernation! Hibernation! Hibernation!" Wollaston's expression was almost arrogant now. "Do you understand? We don't need to poach people with high salaries at all. Just offer them a hibernation quota, and scientists will come scrambling over in droves! This is a way to extend their lives! Who would turn down a chance to live longer? Once this opportunity is gone, where else can they go?"
Matt and Thomas fell silent, their expressions complicated.
Indeed, many people could do without money, but how many didn't want to extend their lives?
Even if they didn't want to extend their own lives, how many wouldn't want to extend the lives of their family members?
The Hibernation Center wasn't spread across the globe. For now, it was being built within only one country, and the quotas were extremely limited. They were like tickets aboard Noah's Ark when the apocalypse arrived—tickets that money couldn't buy!
At the Press Conference, when Song He discussed the conditions for recruiting scientists, he had explicitly mentioned priority hibernation quotas.
"Come to think of it, have you two old brothers gotten hibernation quotas yet?" Wollaston asked, waggling his eyebrows.
"Not yet. I'm asking a friend to help me buy one." Thomas scratched his head.
"No..." Matt looked awkward. "What about you?"
"Me? Since neither of you has one, of course I... do!"
Wollaston grew smug and arrogant, looking exactly like