Yang Ruoqian spent the morning trying to understand how a moat could exist without profit.
This was not normal work.
Normal work involved budgets, signatures, employee questions, and pretending to understand promotional timelines.
This involved staring at the system panel and arguing with a phrase that had no face.
Passive venue risk moat: forming.
The words remained there.
Forming.
Not formed.
Not completed.
Not useful enough to punish him yet.
There was still time.
Yang decided the moat needed no gate.
If a moat had no gate, no one could enter it, leave it, maintain it, admire it, explain it, or turn it into a department.
This was basic castle logic.
He opened a meeting at nine and said, "No access point."
Lu Shuyuan looked at the assistant lead.
The assistant lead looked at Chang Zhiqing.
Chang Zhiqing looked at Yang.
Yang waited.
The silence was professional and therefore dangerous.
"Boss Yang," Chang Zhiqing said, "access point to what?"
"The venue archive."
