Students majoring in foreign languages were thrilled. Tens of thousands of people from universities across the country joined the grading effort, and the number of questions requiring manual grading had been compressed down to just a handful. With tens of thousands of people working at full speed, everything was finished in less than a day.
Less than two hours after they finished, the money was sent out!
Song He paid the grading fees himself instead of making the Rocket Institute split the cost. It was considered a small treat.
As soon as the money was sent out, it unsurprisingly hit the trending searches again.
"I'm so damn thrilled I'm numb! Song He sent me 8,600 yuan! I worked for less than eight hours total!"
"Awesome! Even minor languages get their day in the sun! I worked my guts out for fifteen hours and made 18,000 yuan! I'm so happy I'm dizzy!"
"I never expected studying foreign languages would let me feel the radiance of Song He, the Benevolent Father! So this is how damn great it feels to make over ten thousand yuan a day!"
"That sudden transfer left me completely dumbfounded. I'd have to shake milk tea for a month at a bubble-tea shop to get 6,000 yuan, but working for Papa Song for one day got me more than 9,000!"
"Wait, are you all really that good at grading? Why are the papers I got full of awful handwriting that looks like a puddle of muck? I worked all day and barely graded a few questions. I only made a little over 4,000!"
"No wonder the Biology Department all calls him Papa Song. He just covered three months of my living expenses in one day. He really is my true adoptive father!"
"This is only the first mock