Yang Ruoqian discovered that approval speed had become a battlefield because he had written it down.
This was why he disliked plain words.
They were obedient in the wrong direction.
He had written approval speed became the next battlefield because he wanted to attack it.
The company had read the same words and treated them as a project name.
By nine in the morning, the assistant lead had already placed a thin folder on his desk.
The folder was thin.
Yang distrusted thin folders.
Thick folders meant people had wasted time preparing to look professional.
Thin folders meant someone had understood the problem too clearly.
"Approval speed?" he asked.
"Owner first approvals," Chang Zhiqing said. "The last referral batch brought in more files."
More files.
The phrase sounded like revenue wearing ordinary clothes.
Yang opened the folder with the caution of a man checking whether a box contained a bomb or a bonus.
Both were bad.
