The receipt arrived from outside.
This was new.
Usually, Xplendi created the accidental wound and Moon Mansion pressed on it.
This time, a landlord sent an email with an attachment titled:
Patience Receipt.
Yang Ruoqian opened it with a sense of professional doom.
The document was one page.
It stated that the venue owner had waited forty-eight hours, made no payment, requested no priority, expected no selection, and corrected the file voluntarily.
At the bottom, the owner had written:
For Xplendi's silent review convenience.
Yang stood up.
"Who asked for a receipt?"
The assistant lead shook her head.
"No one."
"Then why is there one?"
"They may want to prove they followed the boundary."
Yang stared at followed.
The boundary had become something outsiders followed voluntarily.
This was worse than policy.
Policy had to be announced.
This had reproduced in the wild.
At nine, Yang issued a clear order.
"No patience receipts."
The assistant lead nodded.
