Yang Ruoqian believed version history had promise.
Not good promise.
Good promise had betrayed him too often.
He meant the useful kind of promise.
The promise of confusion.
If one file had one state, owners could understand it.
If one file had two states, owners could compare it.
If one file had five states, owners could argue with themselves.
Arguments consumed time.
Time consumed support.
Support consumed money.
Money leaving the company was the closest thing Yang had to sunlight.
After the stamp disaster, he had spent the night thinking about version tags.
The paperweight had stayed on the notebook.
That was good.
Heavy things should suppress dangerous optimization.
At nine, he called the approval team again.
Chang Zhiqing entered first.
The assistant lead entered with no folder.
Yang liked no folder.
No folder meant no preparation.
No preparation meant his idea still had a chance.
Then the reviewer lead walked in holding a tablet.
Yang's mood dimmed.
