Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 120: A few words
Subtitle of this chapter : Free air is priceless!
"Ladies and gentlemen, let us welcome Vice-Chancellor James Conant to say a few words to us!"
Our Master Yuan saw that no one was clapping, so he had to tuck the contracts under his armpits and applaud alone. After the vice-president came up, he handed the contracts to him respectfully with both hands.
The vice-president was much more sympathetic. After taking the contract, he said straight to the point: "Students, don't worry. After consultation, the school board decided to adopt Mr. Yuan's suggestion and only charge half of the amount listed above for each bet!"
These guys are indeed the NYU board of directors that trained the Wall Street vampires. I suggested that they just take a small amount as a token of appreciation. But they went straight for 50%.
"Master Ball, is this okay?"
"It doesn't matter, as long as you didn't take it from the host."
Yes, just when he was forced into a corner by John McCall, he suddenly came up with this "trick": gambling is gambling, and collecting money is collecting money.
If you don't charge money, won't you have no S value? Why not just think of it as spending money to buy a good reputation?
But when he saw how enthusiastic everyone was, he felt that it would be a bit unreasonable not to charge any money, and it would be a waste of the enthusiastic support of these white people. So he came up with another idea, which was to donate only a part of the bet to the school.
This Chinese student at NYU relies on his mouth instead of hundreds of thousands of dollars in donations. How could Mr. James Conant and the school just watch him stir up trouble?
The world is bustling with people seeking profit, and the world is bustling with people seeking fame. The ancients were not deceiving us.
It must be said that the capitalist education system is so simple and direct, as long as you are willing to donate money, you are the boss. Unlike the socialist education system that our Master Yuan experienced, his family did not need to donate money, and he could easily enter a 211 university with his Shanghai hukou... I can only say that reincarnation is risky, and time travel requires caution.
"I, I, did I hear correctly?"
“Really?”
"This, this, this won't change this time, right?"
After Yuan Yan suddenly opened her mouth, the mood of everyone in the venue went up and down like a roller coaster, so much so that after hearing such great news, they couldn't believe it for a while.
Mr. Conant had no choice but to speak loudly again: "You heard it right, you only need to pay half of the amount you owe, and you can pay it in interest-free installments."
“However, the full amount must be paid before graduation, otherwise the school will withhold the diploma until the outstanding amount is paid in full.”
Look at those people in capitalist universities who learned everything by themselves and yet kept their diplomas. They are really good at learning.
These guys are really pitiful. The psychological roller coaster is really not that easy to ride. Fortunately, now the dust has finally settled, and they can finally put their hearts at ease.
After all, half is better than the full amount. And half of $2,500 is only $1,250, which is not a large amount for those who can afford to go to college in 1920, and it can be paid in installments .
The vice president continued, "After discussion by the school board, in order to commend Mr. Yuan for his generosity, it was decided to waive his doctoral tuition. I am also honored to recommend him to directly participate in the doctoral defense."
"Master Ball, this waived $800 should be okay, right?"
"Host, there is indeed no problem. Because in the original timeline, the $800 was never paid."
Yes, my great-great-great-uncle used his own money to buy a Ph.D. from Claremont University, so he naturally wouldn’t pay this much.
At this time, the vice principal turned to him and said, "Mr. Yuan, would you like to say a few more words to everyone?"
In fact, he was just being polite. He didn't expect that our Master Yuan would miss such an opportunity to show off. He nodded happily and said, "Okay, I'll say a few more words."
He took two steps forward, exhaled and said, "Ladies and gentlemen..."
As soon as Yuan Yan opened her mouth, everyone's faces turned pale. What was this Chinese man going to say this time? Don't play this kind of "heartbeat game" again.
Fortunately, this time the Chinese man wanted to say: "I have a dream..."
"Pika Pika."
Forget about that, speeches are also considered prose.
Our Master Yuan had no choice but to swallow his saliva and change his words: "This dream is to study abroad in our great United States of America, the 'land of the free and the home of the brave.'"
“After arriving in the United States, people often asked me why I came to NYU. And I always answered that the reason I came here was FRESH..."
Yuan Yan suddenly looked up subconsciously at the early morning sky in Daxinxiang. It was really FRESH. How could the coal ash not be fresh when it was just burned early in the morning?
Oops, I forgot it's 1920 and New York City is full of chimneys, puffing out atmospheric suspended matter.
He couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Is there any justice in this world? Why can the foreign slaves a hundred years later say "FRESH AIR" with dignity, but I, their ancestor, can't?
No, I must copy "Silent Spring" from now on. If my great America is not allowed to restore its green mountains, clear waters and APEC blue, how can I have the face to be a slave to foreigners?
There is no other way, I have to find another way to put it.
"FRESH SPIRIT AND FREE AIR!"
"Lively spirit and free air!"
"Three years ago, when I got off the cruise ship and left customs, I was ready to put on the five-layer mask I had prepared long ago, but when I breathed my first breath of air in the United States, I threw the mask away. Because it was useless... well, it was unnecessary.. "
“The moment I breathed the air of New York City, I felt refreshed and free. It was a spiritual refreshment and freedom of mind!”
“There is no more mental fog or oppression in my soul.”
"Every word I spoke to you was a pleasure. Standing here at this moment, I can't help but recall the feeling of freedom."
“At NYU, I always feel a breath of fresh air, for which I will always be grateful, and that is the fresh air of free speech.”
“Before coming to the United States, I learned about the Declaration of Independence in history class, but those words, concepts such as life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, had no real meaning to me.”
"Only in America do I understand that the right to express one's opinion is sacred!"
"Hey, Master Ball, why didn't you stop me this time?"
"Host, do you think there is anything new in this speech?"
