Old Ancestor: Thrown Out By The Nanny From The Start

“Hi, guys, you’re watching Tim’s channel. As you can see, I’m outside the Sacred Temple Airport, but I don’t see any of the scientists that replied to Mr. Himmel Soan’s post yesterday. It’s already half-past twelve, and they were supposed to be here by noon. There are no more flights from Neige until four this afternoon. We can say for sure that those accounts are all fakes. They were only imposters.”

The vloggers would do anything to attract attention. Some of them had been waiting there since five or six o’clock in the morning, and they had reached the same conclusion.

None of the scientists showed up.

Needless to say, the naysayers online were thrilled.

“I knew this would happen!”

“Where are the patriots? Are you blushing now? Where are you all? Answer me!”

“They said noon. Do you see what’s happening now? Why are you all so quiet?”

“This must be so hard on you all. You can’t accept it, can you? Disillusion must be so bitter! That’s why we have to be realistic! In this world, only money is real! Can patriotism pay your bills? Neige has a better environment, higher living standards, and more advanced research facilities. Why should they come back here?”

“So true. I can understand why they won’t come back.”

Meanwhile, it was nighttime in Neige. The Nobel Prize ceremony had begun. The audience consisted of top scientists from all over the world.

A few elderly men sitting in the front row were the most famous native scientists in the country. However, none of them seemed happy. They were supposed to be winning the prize this year, but something happened the day before, and they were replaced. Moreover, the ceremony was moved up by almost two months!

The committee had received pressure from above. Despite their reluctance, there was nothing they could do.

The host jumped onto the stage and started the usual cliche. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Nobel Prize ceremony. Tonight, the greatest minds…”

He went on for half an hour before getting to the point.

Holding the name cards, the host started announcing the winners.

“These are the winners of this year’s Nobel Prize. There are 23 in total. They’re Viclan Soan, Louis Soan, Olben Soan…”

After their names were read out, the winners came onto the stage one after another.

“What? They’re Moonians!” “Wait. What’s happening? Why are they all Moonians?”

“Since when do we have so many great scientists?”

“Don’t flatter yourself! Do you still consider them Moonians? They’re Neigerians!”

“They haven’t changed their nationalities, which means they’re still Moonians. What’s wrong with that?” “It’s completely wrong! Yes, they haven’t changed their nationality, but they’ve worked for Neige for over thirty years! Do you know what that means? Let me explain to you. Ever heard of the H450 missiles? One such missile can kill hundreds of people. If they land in Moon, who do you think we should blame? Not Neige, but the Moonian scientists who have invented the technology! Do you still think they’re our fellow compatriots?”

“They’ve built weapons for Neige against our own country! They’re no Moonians! They’re animals!”

“Well said. They’re ungrateful bastards! They’re the reason Neige is so much better than us! I hope they’re all dead!”

“You people are hopeless. Is hatred the only emotion you have? Your life must be miserable. If we use your logic, we shouldn’t be wearing any clothes because you can use a piece of cloth to hang yourself! Why don’t you accuse fabrics of being evil? Will you blame the people who have invented the fabrics next?”

“That’s right. If you freeze tofu long enough, you can kill someone with it. Has anyone stopped eating tofu? You can only see the negative side of things and ignore the positive side!”

At the ceremony.

Viclan and the others walked up the stage, and Oraman gave them the award.

The president himself was presenting them with the Nobel Prize award. Other people would have been greatly moved. However, Viclan and his colleagues were Soans, and they would always put Himmel Soan first.

No matter what reward Neige gave them, they would never change their mind.

“Let’s welcome the winners to give their speech!”

Viclan stood in front of the microphone and glanced at the audience. “Thank you all for coming here tonight. I don’t have much to say, but I would like to speak to the Moonian press. Where are our reporters?”

The Moonian reporters were placed in the area the furthest from the stage.

They were going to give up on interviewing the winners because they would never be able to squeeze through the crowd. However, the winners had asked to speak to them.

After the initial astonishment, the reporters grabbed their microphones and ran toward the stage. “We’re here!”

“Mr. Viclan, what would you like to say to your fellow countrymen?”

Viclan looked into the camera. The whole world was watching him now. “Wait for me!” That was all Viclan said.

The reporters were perplexed. Their arms were still raised, for they thought Viclan was going to say something else.

They didn’t realize the significance of what Viclan said at first.

Then it struck them.

“Wait for me”?

Who was he talking to?

To Moon?

Soon, the other scientists and the high-ranking officials also realized what Viclan meant.

“Viclan, what are you saying? Are you going back to Moon?

“We’ve given you the Nobel Prize! Why do you want to leave us?” Oraman couldn’t believe his ears.

Viclan said, “I should have won it 22 years

ago!”