Yang Ruoqian had barely survived the last settlement when the next document landed on his desk. The problem this time was simple: a critic came in ready to write that the film was confused. Simple problems were the most dangerous kind inside Xplendi, because employees could always add sincerity, process, and several unnecessary interpretations.
Yang Ruoqian's private calculation was still very professional. The plan around the Critic Who Did Not Understand matter had receipts, workflow, and enough normal business logic to pass the system's eyes. Better yet, the costs were concrete: small-hall rental, scattered operations, awkward audience sampling, slow feedback sorting, and uselessly detailed viewer notes. A normal boss would ask how to convert those costs into growth. Yang only cared whether the limited exposure could keep swallowing money without producing a number large enough to punish him.
