Yang Ruoqian decided the answer was accounting.
This was a dangerous decision.
Accounting had betrayed him before.
Accounting had taken beautiful expenses, washed them, arranged them, and returned them as management clarity.
But this time was different.
The moat had no revenue.
It had no income account.
It had no sales number.
It had nothing that could walk into a report wearing the word profit.
Nothing should be safe.
At nine, Yang called finance.
"Open a separate account."
Finance looked alert.
Alert accountants were a bad omen, but Yang pushed forward.
"The account name is No Income."
Finance paused.
"Boss Yang, for which project?"
"The venue risk moat."
The pause became longer.
Yang liked the length.
Confusion was finally arriving.
"Boss Yang," finance said carefully, "if we open an account for it, we are formally acknowledging it as a tracked object."
Yang froze.
Tracked object.
Those two words had teeth.
"Then do not open an account."
