The office was calm again.
Yang Ruoqian distrusted calm.
Calm meant no one was asking which version mattered.
No one was reopening old files.
No one was paying for seals.
No one was arguing with support.
No one was doing any of the small, expensive things that made a company beautifully inefficient.
The version battlefield had become too quiet.
At nine, Yang placed three reports on his desk.
He did not open them.
Reports became more violent when read.
Closed reports at least had the decency to be rectangles.
Chang Zhiqing entered with a fourth report.
Yang looked at it.
"Is that necessary?"
"It is the version summary."
"Then it is hostile."
"It is useful."
"Useful hostility is still hostility."
She placed it down anyway.
The four reports formed a neat stack.
Neat stacks were how paperwork prepared an ambush.
Yang opened the top page.
Version-related support questions had fallen.
Wrong-file reopenings had fallen.
Owner disputes over changed files had fallen.
