Huang Kaiwen and Ramos, dressed in impeccable tailored suits, stood on stage giving a thumbs up.
The flashes from the cameras below were dazzling.
Reporters were frantically pressing their camera buttons, not even having time to change memory cards; they simply grabbed the spare cameras from their assistants to continue shooting.
Each of these photos could be worth a fortune.
If the composition is good, they could earn significant royalties upon being reprinted or quoted, provided that no visual entity has pre-registered the image copyright under dubious means.
The smile on Huang Kaiwen's face was somewhat stiff.
He had been smiling for too long!
After just one day of rest, he had reached the point where he had to make a public appearance.
The rumors outside were too numerous.
On the lighter side, some said he had sustained internal injuries and died, or that he had become a vegetable.
