The report on Yang Ruoqian's desk was thin, but he still read it twice. It said returning staff inspected the studio and welfare. To other bosses, this was a problem to solve. To him, it was a possible receipt for failure.
His private calculation was colder than his expression. If the matter stayed at the level of a simple branch repair, the money leaving Xplendi still had a chance to stay gone. The path was legal, the expense was operational, and the system could not accuse him of deliberately throwing funds into a hole.
The cost side also looked friendly to him: rehiring packages, studio equipment, and salaries paid before any useful revenue appeared. These were not flashy numbers. They were the kind of dull, documented costs that made accountants frown and made Yang Ruoqian feel a little warmth in his heart.
