The moment Timothy said they'd get into business, the president's face hardened into something more official.
"Go on," Farcos said, folding his hands on the desk.
"Just like we have informed you, we would want to invest billions in the Philippines to build a gigafactory and compete in the automotive industry in the field of electric vehicles," Timothy began. "What we want from your administration is support to fast-track permits, licenses, and the clearances that usually take years to process."
Farcos arched a brow. "You're asking me to cut through the bureaucracy?"
"I'm asking you to clear a path," Timothy replied evenly. "We're ready to move fast—construction can start within the year. But if we get buried in red tape, the whole project slows, and so does the benefit to the country."
The president leaned back, tapping a finger on the desk. "And in return, what do I tell the Filipino people? What do they gain from this factory of yours? Jobs? Lower-priced cars? Prestige?"
