If he managed to win another Tour de France in the future, it was impossible to imagine just how popular the Chinese brands he endorsed would become.
"Old Huang, bet you didn't expect to see me here, did you?"
At two in the afternoon, after Huang Chong had lunch and headed to the hotel lobby to meet the fans joining the group ride, a now portly and prosperous-looking Dewey stood at the very front of the crowd, grinning at him.
Huang Chong was, of course, delighted to see his best friend.
His friendship with Dewey was as close as if they were biological brothers.
Whenever he finished a race in Europe, Dewey was always the first to text or call to congratulate him.
He seemed even more concerned with Huang Chong's daily life than his own parents were.
He stepped forward and gave Dewey a tight hug, then laughed and patted his friend's big belly, which looked like he was ten months pregnant, and teased:
