As for Gao Qi, Zhang Fan had been thinking about what gift to give.
Money?
That might hurt the feelings between brothers.
And now, he had finally found something to give to Gao Qi.
A Tsinghua acceptance letter—surely this guy wouldn't refuse it.
Sixty million, a house, not bad at all.
Moreover, he could see that this was the limit these people could offer.
As a person, one shouldn't be greedy.
Soon, Zhang Fan signed an agreement with Li Liang.
"Sixty million, I'll transfer it to your account later, this is the internal recruitment quota invitation. Just bring this to the Tsinghua admissions office when the time comes, and I'll handle the admission procedures for anyone," Li Liang said, pulling out a piece of kraft paper the size of a palm from his briefcase.
It bore the Tsinghua emblem, a golden glow dazzling to behold.
The eyes of the group in the classroom were fiercely intense.
Damn, this is a Tsinghua invitation!
