For the first time, Tan pulled on a pair of reading glasses. He read the Vietnamese line slowly. Then he looked up at Minh with something between respect and surprise.
Tan had just called Minh: "Con trai à, trời mưa bão ba ngày rồi. Máy cẩu không vào được. Trễ 10 ngày. Nhưng mình là người Việt, mình thương lượng, không phải đền bù như Tây, đúng không?" ("Son, it's rained for three days. The crane can't get in. We're 10 days late. But we're Vietnamese — we negotiate, we don't pay penalties like Westerners, right?")
Corporate / Legal Thriller (Short Story)
"If there's even a comma misplaced," she had said, "the bank can freeze payment. And old Mr. Tan’s crews will walk."
"Mày giỏi hơn bố mày rồi," Tan whispered, signing the acknowledgment.
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