After Chen Mo and Li Rui and his group arrived at the school, they first went to see their advisor, then handed over a red envelope! A genuine red envelope, with one thousand yuan inside!
Their advisor merely smiled faintly, remaining calm and unflustered. In the blink of an eye, the red envelope vanished from everyone's sight. The giver was unsurprised, and the receiver remained unmoved!
Watching from behind, Chen Mo was filled with admiration. He had never expected their advisor, whom they had known for four years, to possess such skills! You truly couldn't judge a person by appearances!
After taking the money, their advisor pointed Li Rui and his group toward a few channels, then wrote down the relevant precautions one by one on a note and handed it to Li Rui!
Don't underestimate such things. Gift-giving was a profound art. Some professors cared greatly about saving face. If you sent over a huge red envelope, they might throw you right back out.
Intellectuals, after all—even if they liked money, they were still somewhat bashful about it. Of course, some professors had no shame at all, and simply throwing cash at them would do the trick.
That note was the result of this. If they wanted their theses to pass without working hard on them, then they had to give gifts!
Naturally, a student would not give an excessive amount—several thousand yuan was about right! But a school had hundreds or even thousands of graduates. A few thousand yuan from each student added up to quite a considerable sum!
Of course, not every student did this. Some were good students, or wanted to write their own theses. Professors would naturally assess those seriously. And after the assessment? It came down to ability—seventy percent skill, thirty percent fate!
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