Aldag, inside the Red Bull–BORA–hansgrohe team car, learned at once that Huang Chong had successfully led Lipowitz across the finish line in succession. He immediately celebrated with his team, raising their arms in cheers.
The impromptu tactics he had devised for the final stretch had been executed and implemented so perfectly, and Huang Chong's easygoing temperament certainly deserved much of the credit.
Without Huang Chong leading at the front throughout, it would have been utterly impossible for Lipowitz to shake off the tight marking of the other teams' leaders in the peloton.
At the same time, only Huang Chong possessed such powerful control over a race. On the final climb, he could both lead Lipowitz through the wind to conserve his energy and maintain enough output to keep opening gaps on the leaders of the other teams.
Most importantly, with 200 meters remaining before the finish arch, Huang Chong trusted in his own strength and judgment. He successfully caught Demba, who had broken away first, and easily defended his sixth stage victory.
As for the all-out anaerobic sprint over the final 150 meters, that was simply not something a rider of Demba's level could compare to.
"Beautifully done, Huang!"
"Thank you for the sacrifice you made for the tactics. You helped Lipowitz cross the line second, which will greatly increase the chances of our team having at least two riders finish in the top ten overall in this Vuelta a España!"
"Without a doubt, this was a great victory. We're all proud of you!"
After the team car returned to the finish area, Aldag got out and celebrated with Huang Chong, embracing him while lavishing him with praise.
Huang Chong had long grown accustomed to such compliments. He knew they were merely part of Western surface-level etiquette, so he just