The other two boys merely chuckled and glanced at Wang Ye without uttering a word.
Wang Ye took two steps forward, pulled out a $50 US phone card from his wallet, and said, "Here, forty-five US dollars."
Zhang Ke reached out to take the phone card, looked at it carefully for a while but didn't pay for it. Instead, he asked, "Why is this card so cheap? It's not fake, is it?"
Clearly, he was trying to pick a fight.
However, Wang Ye remained calm, merely answered, "It's genuine guaranteed. Many people have bought these cards, you can ask them how they work."
Zhang Ke was somewhat at a loss for words, but he asked again:
"Others are selling their cards at the original price. How can yours be so much cheaper? We're all here to study abroad, aren't we? How much can you profit from selling phone cards, one or two US dollars per card? That's not even enough to buy a bottle of beer. That's so damn pathetic! Ha-ha..."
It was clear to Wang Ye what was going on.
