The moment he said it, the press conference hall erupted as if a bombshell had been dropped.
Every reporter and media member scrambled to raise their cameras, the flashes nearly drowning Li Wei's face. Many were like sharks that had smelled blood, desperately pushing forward, hands waving, trying to pry a few more controversial, headline-worthy soundbites out of the arrogant rookie.
However, Li Wei just glanced at the exasperated reporter from The Washington Post with a smile, pushed aside the microphone, and headed backstage under the escort of security. He left the media with nothing but the sight of his confident retreat.
Offstage, Don Quixote and Chen Haisheng stood in the shadows.
"Did you see that?" Don Quixote asked abruptly.
"What? I mean… I saw," Chen Haisheng said hurriedly. "Mr. Li Wei's performance was certainly impressive."
