What a Freak

After he started dealing phone cards, he had sold them himself for a few days, using up some of the customer base.

Then Song Xiaogang took over, and in just a few days, he had sold nearly all the cards?

"Yeah. I went through every dorm these past few days. Besides putting up posters in the lobbies, whenever I saw Chinese students, whether I knew them or not, I'd tell them I had phone cards for sale and that they were cheap." Song Xiaogang sounded a little embarrassed as he spoke.

This made Wang Ye see him in a new light.

Doing business, especially this kind of small-scale business, really required Song Xiaogang's kind of drive!

He wasn't afraid of getting tired, didn't mind trouble, and didn't care about saving face.

In that regard, he did an even better job than Wang Ye himself...

When Wang Ye had sold phone cards before, he had merely put up a promotional poster in each dorm building, then sat back and waited for customers to come to him.

But Song Xiaogang had gone further and sold them door to door!

No wonder his sales results were better.

Wang Ye patted Song Xiaogang on the shoulder and praised him. "Not bad, kid! You've got some talent. You'll definitely make a fortune in business someday."

"Hehe, I wouldn't dare dream of making a fortune. If selling these phone cards earns me some living expenses and takes some burden off my family, I'll be satisfied," Song Xiaogang said with a smile.

He truly was satisfied.

Over the past few days, he had made nearly two hundred dollars selling phone cards!

It had not even been a week, yet he had already made that much money—enough to cover two months of living expenses!

If things continued at this rate, even if business was not this good later on, he could still earn two or three thousand dollars a year.

He could earn his own living expenses, even his tuition!

His father worked himself to the bone back in China, yet only made two or three thousand yuan a month.

Meanwhile, he could earn about the same just by using his free time after class.

How could Song Xiaogang not be satisfied with such a good thing?

Of course, he was also very grateful to Wang Ye. Wang Ye could have handled this business himself, and it would not have taken up much of his time.

Yet Wang Ye had still handed it over to him without hesitation, letting him make the money instead.

Although Wang Ye said he was too busy to handle it himself, Song Xiaogang had always believed that Wang Ye was looking out for him.

Wang Ye knew his family's financial situation was not very good, so he had given him a chance to make money while also considering his pride and choosing not to say it outright...

As he handed the remaining cards to Song Xiaogang, Wang Ye said, "By the way, Xiaogang, I'm treating my Russian teacher to dinner tomorrow afternoon. I'll need you to be the chef and make a few serious dishes! Russians can't handle spicy food, so try not to make anything too hot."

Song Xiaogang immediately asked with interest, "Your Russian teacher? Don't tell me it's Angelina! I remember she's your teacher."

Wang Ye nodded. "It's her. Who else could it be?"

Song Xiaogang's eyes widened as round as saucers. After staring blankly for a while, he finally raised a thumbs-up.

Shaking his head, he exclaimed admiringly:

"Brother Ye is Brother Ye. I have to admit it!

That Angelina is famous among us Chinese international students—the undisputed number one beauty at People's Friendship University!

Everyone who's seen her says she's exactly the kind of girl that fits Chinese beauty standards.

Those Russian students, on the other hand, think she's just pretty, not some top-tier beauty.

I guess that's the difference between Eastern and Western standards of beauty.

Brother Ye, have you won her over?"

Wang Ye smiled. "Won her over? What are you talking about? We have a perfectly innocent teacher-student relationship. Since we're free over the weekend, I'm just treating her to dinner and having a chat."

Song Xiaogang could only marvel again at the advantages of being good at Russian.

Other Chinese guys might have the nerve to chase Angelina, but they would find it hard to put it into action because they could not even communicate with her...

Patting his chest, he declared, "Leave it to me! I'll go to the supermarket tomorrow morning to buy ingredients. When the time comes, I'll show you what I can do. I definitely won't let you lose face, Brother Ye."

After giving the remaining cards to Song Xiaogang, Wang Ye's stock was empty again...

Seeing that it was still early, he gave Liu Jun a call.

When Liu Jun answered Wang Ye's call, he immediately said with a laugh, "Don't tell me you've sold out of cards again! What is it? Just say it."

Wang Ye had only gotten the second batch of cards three? Four days ago?

There was no way he could have sold them all that quickly!

Liu Jun assumed Wang Ye was calling about something else.

"Huh? I really have sold out. I found two distributors at Moscow University, and I also had classmates handle things here at People's Friendship University. They split up all the cards right away. So I'll have to trouble you again, Brother Liu, and ask you to bring over some more cards. Also, there's something I want to ask your opinion on. Let's talk when we meet," Wang Ye replied with a smile.

After hearing that, Liu Jun was silent for a long while.

"Hello? Brother Liu, are you still there?" Wang Ye asked, thinking there might be a problem with the phone.

"Of course I'm here! Fine, I'll come over right away. I'll call you when I get there, and we'll talk face-to-face!" Liu Jun said briskly.

This Wang Ye had given him far too many surprises!

When they had first met to discuss becoming a phone card agent, Wang Ye had already made Liu Jun see him in a new light. He had thought Wang Ye was unquestionably outstanding among people his age.

But these next two times had shocked Liu Jun more than the last.

Never mind people Wang Ye's age—even those "old Moscow hands" who had been getting by in Moscow for over a decade could not compare to him...

This boy...

No, he should be called a man. Liu Jun could no longer treat Wang Ye as an eighteen-year-old boy. He had to ignore his age.

He was simply a freak!

They met at the same old place, the bar beneath Building 7.

Since it was still early, they did not order food, only two mugs of draft beer and a plate of nuts.

As though he did not recognize Wang Ye, Liu Jun stared at him for a long time without saying a word.

Wang Ye felt a little uneasy. He waved a hand in front of Liu Jun and laughed. "What's wrong, Brother Liu? Is there something dirty on my face?"

Only then did Liu Jun sigh and shake his head.

"Ah! Now I finally understand that saying: the waves behind the Yangtze River drive on the waves before them, and the old waves get smashed to death on the beach! I've been getting by in Moscow for over ten years, but compared to you, I've wasted all those years! We're talking about phone cards here, and I, the main distributor, can't even sell as many as you, a sub-distributor! It's a real blow to my self-esteem!"

Of course, Liu Jun was joking.

No matter how many cards Wang Ye sold, Liu Jun would only be happy, because it meant he could make more money too.

After all, Wang Ye got all his cards from him...

After saying that, Liu Jun picked up his mug and took a huge gulp of draft beer.

Before he could even swallow, Wang Ye said, "Brother Liu, I want to start a legitimate study-abroad agency!"

"Pfft! Cough, cough, cough..." Liu Jun nearly choked to death, his face turning bright red.

He hurriedly grabbed a napkin and wiped himself off. After catching his breath, he asked in utter disbelief, "What? You want to start what?"