tone softened.
“But the truth is, Vietnam’s administrative procedures are… like phin coffee that hasn’t been stirred—tangled and slow to drip. Laws can change overnight, and adapting isn’t easy.”

Nam chuckled.
“Coffee’s quick to drink, but a permit? That’s drip by drip.”

Kitaro laughed aloud.
“If Vietnam pushes hard on reforms and makes policies transparent, the current 5,000 companies could easily become 10,000 in just a few years.”

Nam leaned back, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“In that case, I’ll open a café called ‘Tokyo Iced Coffee’ right here. Customers will order, ‘Double ice, less sugar—oh, and don’t forget the investment papers.’”