Huang Chong knew, of course, that Dewey was just joking and teasing him.
While his family was by no means poor by ordinary standards, a clear gap existed between him and this crowd.
Whether he could one day stand among them as an equal, or even surpass them, all depended on if he could become a world-class cyclist and reach the pinnacle of the sport.
Essentially, he was only moving in Zhou Ming's circle for the time being because of his connection to Dewey; he wasn't truly one of them.
Fortunately, Huang Chong wasn't weak-willed. He would never bow and scrape or grovel before those in a higher social class.
Of course, with Dewey introducing him to this world of fame and fortune, there was no need for that anyway.
These rich kids all had a baseline level of decorum; they wouldn't be so crude as to openly look down on him.
But other people not looking down on him was one thing; he couldn't afford to be too flashy himself.
