Yang Ruoqian believed private praise had power.
Private things were harder to check.
Harder to check meant harder to settle.
Harder to settle meant discussions.
Discussions meant time.
Time meant money dying in a chair.
This logic was beautiful.
It was also, unfortunately, exactly the kind of logic Xplendi had become trained to ruin.
At nine, the support lead proposed one more rule.
Private praise should not be used as evaluation evidence unless the service case can be verified through normal work records.
Yang read it slowly.
"No."
The room became quiet.
He rarely said no so directly.
Direct no carried weight.
Sometimes weight could crush process.
"Private praise is still praise," he said.
HR answered carefully.
"It is praise, but not evidence by itself."
"Why not?"
"Because staff may feel pushed to collect private messages."
"Collecting praise is not a crime."
"It is not the work."
Yang looked at her.
That sentence was extremely dangerous.
