Chapter 97: I Hate Riddlers
“Of course, you’ll get your share too,” Lewis said, making sure Leon knew he hadn’t been forgotten.
After all, Leon was the one who first uncovered the issue and persuaded him to act. If not for Leon, Lewis wouldn’t even have thought about it.
“Public funds for smuggling money? Not appropriate, and not necessary.”
Though tempted, Leon still knew the difference between one big meal and eating well every day. If he took this money, no matter Lewis’s intentions, it would give Lewis leverage over him. And while they might both be grasshoppers tied to the same rope, Lewis had more than one rope to pull.
Handing someone that kind of leverage willingly? Not a chance. Leon wasn’t about to dig a hole for his future self to fall into.
“I understand, but this isn’t a private transaction,” Lewis explained, adopting the tone of an official statement. “It will be allocated as part of Pelican Town’s agricultural support funding for Red Star Farm, as a measure to boost local farming and increase land productivity under the Pelican Town Development Plan.”
“In that case, there’s no problem.”
Hearing this, Leon stopped resisting. The difference between private and public accounts was clear. As long as Lewis framed the transfer this way, it would be a legitimate and legal allocation, free from hidden risks.
“After all, Red Star Farm is an inseparable part of Pelican Town’s industry. No one will object. Still, I hope you’ll manage the farm well, bringing high-quality crops to support Pelican Town’s growth and opportunities.” Lewis patted Leon on the shoulder encouragingly.