Yang Ruoqian came to work thinking about stamps.
This was not a glorious state for a CEO.
But glory had never helped him lose money.
Stamps had potential.
A stamp could be meaningless and still look official.
It could create a feeling of progress without changing anything.
It could be printed.
Designed.
Reviewed.
Updated.
Explained.
Misunderstood.
Sold.
In Yang's mind, this made it perfect.
The approval process had become too clean.
Batch preparation was grouped.
Individual judgment stayed manual.
Paid priority had been rejected.
Moon Mansion's bulk lane had been turned into a public warning label.
Only proof remained.
If owners wanted proof that their file had passed a common batch check, Xplendi could sell a nice little stamp.
Not priority.
Not judgment.
Just proof.
Proof was harmless.
Harmless things were easier to charge for.
At nine, Yang called the assistant lead.
"Prepare a batch stamp."
The assistant lead looked up.
"A visual label?"
"Yes."
