Yang Ruoqian believed in queues.
Not morally.
Morality had nothing to do with it.
Queues were one of the few ordinary business objects that still looked naturally wasteful.
People waited.
People refreshed pages.
People asked questions that had already been answered.
People became tired enough to pay someone else to make the waiting stop.
In short, queues understood life.
Xplendi's approval queue had betrayed its profession.
It had become calm.
At nine, Yang called the reviewer lead and the assistant lead into the small meeting room.
Small meeting rooms were better for bad decisions.
They made bad decisions feel intimate.
"The queue must stay slow," he said.
The reviewer lead blinked.
Chang Zhiqing wrote slower than usual.
Yang took that as a good sign.
"Owners should not believe every problem can be solved instantly."
Privately, he meant owners should wait, ask, become impatient, and generate repeat handling.
