Separate accounts sounded like punishment.
Yang Ruoqian liked that.
The old cinema would no longer hide inside wider Xplendi reports. No film division cushion. No music-project comparison. No Sparkle goodwill leaking into the venue. Every repair, every utility bill, every ticket, every cheap snack, every paper sleeve, and every staff minute would stand alone under cold accounting light.
Cold light was good. Warm light made old things look meaningful.
At 9 a.m., finance delivered the first separated sheet.
Yang Ruoqian opened it with cautious hope.
The cost side looked excellent. Repairs were still ugly. Cleaning cost had risen because morning traffic created more small work. Staff hours remained stubborn. The second hall still consumed inspection attention without producing seats. Paper tickets, snack materials, and old equipment record maintenance all sat there like loyal little expenses.
Yang Ruoqian's mood improved.
He even circled three lines in red.
