Researchers like Richard are typically motivated by a few things.
Prestige, wealth, or pure hobby, even a dedication that transcends the individual.
According to the intelligence Zhang Xiaoman had gathered, Richard fell into the third category.
His passion for his field of work had reached an obsessive level; the space research itself was his spiritual pursuit.
Initially, Zhang Xiaoman had made some other preparations, but just as she was getting started, the other party was already on board, and things were progressing more smoothly than she had anticipated.
"Mr. Cromwell, on behalf of the company, I welcome you aboard," she said.
Zhang Xiaoman stood up and shook hands with the other party, achieving her goal for the day, and leaving the rest to be handled without her involvement.
"Haha, Richard, it seems we'll be colleagues again," Sun Mingsheng also came over and gave him a hug.
At this point, Richard hesitated before speaking:
