The calendar invite disappeared.
Yang Ruoqian watched the empty slot with the cautious joy of a man who had found one dry square of floor in a leaking room.
No expansion meeting.
No discussion.
No review.
No group of competent people sitting around a table and converting his refusal into a method.
He almost drank tea in peace.
Then Lu Shuyuan knocked.
"Boss Yang, about the cancelled meeting..."
Yang put the cup down.
Peace had lasted four minutes.
"There is no cancelled meeting," he said. "There is only no meeting."
"Understood."
Lu Shuyuan's understanding was never safe.
"Since there is no meeting, departments want to know how to handle materials that were already prepared."
"Delete them."
"Some are invoices."
"Keep invoices."
"Some are repair photos."
"Keep legal evidence."
"Some are loss projections."
Yang paused.
Loss projections were dear to him in principle and treacherous in practice.
"Keep them ugly."
