After everyone left, Mr. Hùng closed his laptop, smiling. The “bloated monster” was deleted from his hard drive. In its place lived Phần Mềm WPS Office —quiet, loyal, and free.

“See? Your old ledger?” Minh pointed. “Put it here, in the Spreadsheet. It will do the math for you. No more adding kumquat costs on your fingers at 2 AM.”

Minh grinned. “That’s the point, Ông. WPS Office doesn’t own your words. You do.”

And so, on the little alley of Ngõ Huyện, the legend of the coffee-maker with the magical software spread. Not because it was famous or flashy, but because it worked. And for Mr. Hùng, that was the only kind of power worth having.

“No, Ông. It’s not a person. It’s a tool,” Minh explained, installing it in seconds. “Look. It’s light. It’s fast. And it opens everything.”

That night, the old café was packed. The Brazilian presented his slides using WPS Presentation, projected onto a white sheet. Mr. Hùng served thirty-four egg coffees—a record.