Developing Another Downline

They talked until four or five in the afternoon before they finally finished discussing business.

Wang Ye had essentially handed everything over to Alexander. From here on, Alexander could handle the affairs of Little Hu's family company.

As for Wang Ye, he would temporarily serve as a translator. Little Hu's Russian was poor, so Alexander would need to communicate many matters through Wang Ye, who would then relay them to Little Hu.

Little Hu was delighted. Wang Ye had spent only one day getting almost everything settled.

The efficiency was simply incredible!

Beaming, he said, "Come on, let's go to the Building 7 cafeteria. Dinner's on me!"

Over dinner, Wang Ye and Little Hu got a firsthand look at the Russians' drinking prowess.

Perhaps because he was in a good mood today, Alexander downed a large mug of draft beer in one gulp as soon as it arrived. That mug held a full liter...

Wang Ye and Little Hu were both stunned.

Over the entire meal, the two of them only drank one mug each, while Alexander finished three by himself. He even said he was holding back.

After all, beer was basically just a soft drink to them...

After settling Little Hu's matter, Wang Ye did not return to the dormitory until seven or eight in the evening.

He had received two or three calls in the meantime, all from people wanting phone cards, but he had not had time to deliver them.

It seemed that once he got busier, he would need to find someone to take over delivering phone cards for him.

Song Xiaogang would be a good choice...

Wang Ye had just been about to talk to Song Xiaogang about it when class monitor Zhou Yuan excitedly knocked and came in.

"Brother Ye, I've got good news for you!"

The moment he entered, he shouted it out.

"What is it?" Wang Ye asked curiously.

"Isn't Spring Festival coming up soon? The embassy is holding a gathering, and they've invited prominent Chinese people in Moscow. Our school's international students have a few slots too, and I signed you up!" Zhou Yuan said with such a broad grin that he could barely contain it.

Wang Ye found it a little hard to believe. What kind of place was the embassy?

A Spring Festival gathering was normal enough, but as Zhou Yuan had said, they generally invited influential figures from the Chinese community!

How could ordinary newly arrived international students like them possibly be included?

"They're inviting us to dinner? Is there an invitation?" Wang Ye asked in surprise.

"There's no invitation. But if you go, they won't leave you without food, so don't worry! It's a large banquet, and the embassy doesn't have enough staff, so they're asking some students from Moscow University and People's Friendship University to work as servers. There aren't many spots—I worked hard to get you one." Zhou Yuan spoke as though claiming credit.

Wang Ye was dumbfounded. So he was not being invited to attend the banquet—he was going as a volunteer "server"...

That sort of thing was common enough.

Whenever the embassy held some major event and lacked manpower, they generally liked to recruit international students from the schools for "volunteer work."

They would work as servers or act as part of the "atmosphere crew"...

Wang Ye had originally wanted to refuse, but seeing Zhou Yuan's proud expression, as if he had accomplished something tremendous, Wang Ye felt too embarrassed to say no.

On second thought, it would not be bad to visit the embassy. Even if he was only working as a server, the embassy treated international students quite well.

They could eat as much as they wanted, and the requirements were not particularly strict.

After being here for so long, getting a chance to have a big meal was not bad either...

After all, throughout Moscow, if one wanted truly authentic and delicious Chinese food, the embassy was definitely the first choice!

In his previous life, Wang Ye had also worked as a "server" there several times, and he still remembered the embassy food vividly.

Especially the braised ribs...

Of course, Wang Ye had another reason for wanting to go.

It could be said that, for the time being, this banquet might be his only opportunity to get in touch with the upper circles of the Chinese community in Moscow...

Perhaps he might even meet some benefactor there. In any case, he planned to make his way here in the future, so getting to know capable people in advance was extremely necessary.

After more than twenty years of life experience in his previous life—or rather, more than twenty years of getting beaten down by society—Wang Ye had come to understand one truth.

In modern society, trying to rise to prominence by fighting alone was almost impossible.

To get ahead, one had to rely on connections and relationships!

People with broad networks would definitely have far more opportunities than ordinary people...

"Alright, then thank you, Class Monitor. When are we going? Are there any requirements?" Wang Ye asked with a smile.

"There are still a few days. I'll come get you then, and the embassy will send a car to pick us up. Oh, right, remember to wear a suit that day and dress yourself up. The more handsome, the better! Maybe some rich Chinese businesswoman will take a liking to you, and then you'll save yourself thirty years of struggle, hahaha..." Zhou Yuan joked.

Well, he was not entirely making it up. Things like that had really happened before...

"Alright, got it. Thanks." Wang Ye answered casually.

After Zhou Yuan left, Wang Ye finally had a chance to bring up the phone card deliveries with Song Xiaogang.

"Xiaogang, I have a job here. I don't know if you'd be willing to do it."

Song Xiaogang immediately patted his chest and said, "Just say the word, Brother Ye. I can do it!"

He was not stupid. He understood that if Wang Ye was giving him work, he certainly would not treat him unfairly.

He was still in preparatory school and had no ability to find other work to earn money. This opportunity Wang Ye was offering him might be his only chance to work and make money...

"It's like this. You see, there are several calls every day from people wanting to buy cards. I can still handle it for now, but soon I'll need to put my energy and time into expanding into other schools, and I won't be able to keep an eye on things here. How about I leave People's Friendship University to you? You can be the distributor for this side!" Wang Ye said seriously.

This was equivalent to handing the People's Friendship University market over to Song Xiaogang, giving him the same treatment as his cousin Ruan Xiaozhu!

Song Xiaogang agreed without hesitation. "Since you trust me, Brother Ye, then there's definitely no problem on my end. It's just... how much capital do I need for this business...?"

"I'll supply you at an eighty percent price. Just take at least one thousand dollars' worth each time. We live in the same dorm anyway, so once you sell out, you can just come to me for more. It's convenient," Wang Ye said with a smile.

"That's great! Leave People's Friendship University to me. I've been watching how you do business these past few days, Brother Ye. There shouldn't be any problem." Song Xiaogang said happily.

If it had been anyone else asking him to put up a thousand dollars to do business, Song Xiaogang would probably have hesitated for a long time and might not have dared to do it.

But Wang Ye was different!

Leaving aside the fact that Wang Ye had "saved" him once and had done him a favor.

Song Xiaogang had watched Wang Ye's phone card sales and volume over this period with his own eyes.

He knew that Wang Ye was essentially giving him an opportunity to make money!

If he did not know how to seize an opportunity like this, then he would be far too foolish...