By the time the morning meeting began, Yang Ruoqian had already opened the same file six times. Each time, the conclusion remained offensive: a rival distributor decided the small release was perfect material for jokes. If a project could no longer fail cleanly after losing money, what dignity did a loser have left?
Yang Ruoqian's private calculation was still very professional. The plan around the Rival Distributor Laughs 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.
