I have a nephew who learned in Brisk for a few years. When the masmid’s name was put out on the market, a wealthy man came unannounced to his home and asked to speak to the father. The gvir pulled out a checkbook and said, “I have a daughter. I want your son. Just name the amount “.
I place the blame on the wealthy who covet the kavod, and not on the boys who truly learn lishmah.
By the way, the father threw the guy out.