Yang Ruoqian decided the only solution was rejection.
Not discussion.
Not receipt.
Not registration.
Rejection.
A dead end with a stamp.
He summoned Lu Shuyuan and the assistant lead, then wrote the new response in front of them:
Xplendi is not accepting external venue cooperation.
There.
No warmth. No categories. No mention of review. No room for cost burden, repair liability, staffing pressure, or any other phrase that had recently learned to crawl.
Lu Shuyuan read it and nodded.
Yang narrowed his eyes. "Why are you nodding like that?"
"It is clear."
"Clear is not always bad."
"No."
"Say it like you mean it."
"Clear can be bad."
That was better.
The assistant lead asked, "Should we attach a standard rejection form?"
Yang looked at her.
She froze.
"No forms."
"Then each reply is manual."
"Good."
"Manual replies may differ."
"Good."
"Differences may cause follow-up questions."
Yang inhaled.
The company had learned to use his love of chaos against him.
