Tang Qie really doubted whether this year's candidates all had some issues.
One couldn't even identify scents correctly and just made things up, and another one had the audacity to claim that the perfume was her own formula??
He pressed his eyebrows down, trying hard to maintain his composure, and said indifferently, "This perfume was just created by our association president yesterday. We only learned of the formula yesterday too, so how can you claim that this perfume is your own formula?"
After speaking, Tang Qie felt somewhat disappointed with these dozen or so candidates.
He had thought one was a promising perfumer talent, but unexpectedly, their integrity was so poor.
He sighed subtly and prepared to leave the scene, intending to take the passing candidates away from this farce.
Just as he turned around, he heard a somewhat distorted male voice from behind, saying:
