Yang Ruoqian had barely survived the last settlement when the next document landed on his desk. The problem this time was simple: Moon Mansion copied awkward editing without copying trust, welfare, or patience. 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 They Copy The Wrong Thing matter had receipts, workflow, and enough normal business logic to pass the system's eyes. Better yet, the costs were concrete: archiving, editing time, staff aftercare, rejected publicity, and rival noise that should have diluted attention. A normal boss would ask how to convert those costs into growth. Yang only cared whether the post-release cooling could keep swallowing money without producing a number large enough to punish him.
