Moon Mansion's failure should have been useful.
Yang Ruoqian stared at the public comparison chart and tried to treat it like a normal market event. A competitor had copied the old cinema's chairs. The copy looked cheap. Customers mocked it. In a sane world, the trend would die there. Everyone would learn that old chairs were not magic, fake memory was embarrassing, and entertainment companies should stop touching cinema seats like sacred relics.
Xplendi did not live in that world.
The public learned the wrong lesson.
Old chairs without trust looked cheap.
Old chairs with trust looked honest.
Yang Ruoqian read the second sentence and felt the familiar dull pressure behind his eyes.
"Delete with trust," he said.
Chang Zhiqing looked at the report. "It is a public comment."
"Delete it from our summary."
She deleted it.
The sentence remained outside the company, where deletion had no authority.
