The tension between Qihai and Xiao Zhang at the turnstile is pure office drama gold—folder in hand, eyes locked, an unspoken power struggle. Meanwhile, someone’s meditating on the floor with a credit card as if it were a talisman. *My Journey to Immortality* nails the absurdity of ambition: some chase eternity, others just need Wi-Fi. 🧘♂️💳
Qihai’s pinstripe authority crumbles when faced with the woman’s silent disbelief—then cuts to a man in robes, scrolling as if he’s waiting for enlightenment 📱✨. *My Journey to Immortality* isn’t about immortality; it’s about surviving modern bureaucracy with dignity. That blue card? Probably his last hope. 😅