Xplendi's office had returned to its ordinary rhythm, but Yang Ruoqian no longer trusted ordinary rhythm. The new update proved his caution correct. It said the minimum guarantee looked too much like guaranteed success. He read the line twice and felt the familiar pressure of a loss preparing to dress itself as achievement.
Yang Ruoqian's private calculation was still very professional. The plan around the Do Not Accept Minimum Guarantee matter had receipts, workflow, and enough normal business logic to pass the system's eyes. Better yet, the costs were concrete: regional coordination, contract review, local schedule work, soundtrack support, and a tiny event that should not scale. A normal boss would ask how to convert those costs into growth. Yang only cared whether the controlled release drag could keep swallowing money without producing a number large enough to punish him.
