That shimmering qipao girl clutching the sleeve of the brocade-clad man? Pure emotional blackmail disguised as affection 🫣. Meanwhile, the white-robed figure watches like a ghost haunting his own fate—every glance loaded with unspoken history. The podium speaker’s script feels like a ritual, not a contest. This isn’t just ‘pharma king selection’—it’s soul auction theater. 💀✨