The 51 Percent

The most expensive sentence in Phuket: "It's just paperwork."

Boat Avenue, a Saturday, 12:30 p.m. A 58-year-old Dutchman in a pressed linen shirt is explaining his villa to two newcomers from Melbourne over flat whites.

"Three bedrooms, pool, view of the Laguna. Bought it through a company. Thai company, 51 percent Thai shareholders, 49 percent me. Everybody does it." He spreads his hands. "It's just paperwork."

I've lived on this island eleven years. I've heard "it's just paperwork" more often than I've heard "sawasdee krap." The people who say it most confidently have usually never read the paperwork.

Call him Joost.

Joost's 51 percent are two names on a form. One is a man he met once, in 2017, at the lawyer's office, who signed and left. The other he has never met. He sends nothing to either of them. This is the part he's proudest of.

Across the table, by chance, sits Fern.

Fern is thirty-one. She grew up in Kathu, studied law in Bangkok, came home, and now spends most of her week explaining paperwork to men like Joost. She's having lunch with a client who hasn't arrived. She's been listening for twenty minutes, very politely, with her sunglasses on her head.

In August the news had the word "nominee" in every headline. Sixteen people prosecuted. Hundreds of companies under review at the land office. Some foreigners told to sell. Joost read the headlines. Joost did not read the articles. "That's for the cowboys," he says. "Mine's done properly."

The newcomers ask how he knows.

"Because the lawyer said so. In 2017."

Fern takes her sunglasses off her head and puts them on the table. This is, I've learned, the sign.

"Excuse me," she says. "Who pays the company's tax?"

Joost blinks. "The company."

"From whose money?"

"Mine."

"And the two shareholders. Did they put in any money?"

A long pause. The flat whites cool.

"Then on paper," Fern says, gently, "two Thai people own most of a company that owns your house, and they never paid anything for it, and you pay for everything. That's the exact picture they're checking this year." She smiles. "It's just paperwork. That's why it matters."

She doesn't give him a lecture. She gives him a card. Then her client arrives and she moves two tables over, and that's the whole scene.

Here's the thing Joost hasn't figured out in nine years: on this island the house was never really the farang's. He's a wealthy guest with a pool. The Thai side reads the documents. The farang reads the view.

The newcomers from Melbourne leave with Fern's number, not his.

Joost finishes his flat white. He looks at the card for a long time. Then he puts it in his wallet, behind the photo of the villa.

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