But the old man next to him looked disdainful.
What a well-connected person, getting a third-class award and still sitting in the second row. He's not embarrassed to build himself up like this, the old man thought, despising such opportunistic behavior.
They went on stage to accept the awards. There weren't many people, just six. Each person had the opportunity to make a speech, but the content was largely the same—different words for the same old tune: thanking the leaders, the seniors, and their colleagues.
Back in his seat, Du Heng was all smiles, gazing at the large certificate in his hand, his grin stretching from ear to ear. As for the 1,000 yuan prize money, Du Heng didn't give it much thought.
Just as Du Heng was beaming with joy, the old man beside him suddenly spoke, "Young man, it feels great to receive an award, doesn't it? But if it's one you earned yourself, the feeling would be even better."
