Yang Ruoqian wanted Moon Mansion to succeed.
Not too much. He was not generous.
He wanted Moon Mansion to succeed just enough that the public would divide its attention, old-chair fashion would become ordinary, and Xplendi's old cinema would lose the terrible protection of uniqueness.
If every venue had old chairs, old chairs would stop mattering.
If old chairs stopped mattering, maybe people would remember that Xplendi's old cinema still had weak revenue, annoying maintenance, and an entire storage site threatening to become a folk tale.
So Yang did something rare.
He said nothing.
No response post.
No legal complaint.
No internal comparison chart.
No staff reminder that Moon Mansion's chairs were fake.
He even ordered the old cinema staff not to discuss the competitor with customers.
"If customers mention Moon Mansion, say you do not know."
Director Chen hesitated. "But staff may know."
"Then forget politely."
"Understood."
For half a day, silence worked.
