Lyon was a relatively clever con artist.
"Relatively" clever did not mean genuinely clever, but neither did it mean falsely clever in the truest sense.
He was a little clever, but not very clever.
It was like how some people could score an A+, while others could only get a C-, and some could consistently manage a B.
If that character had not been mistyped, many people would actually want to be that kind of person—consistent and steady. The final phrasing only deepened the anticipation.
But it was a typo, so for the vast majority of people, this was simply the best they could do.
They were still some distance from being clever. They could only settle for this.
Lyon took out some documents and laid them on the table.
There were authorization documents and signing documents from various organizations. "You can transfer the money into this account. How much you put in is entirely up to you."
"We'll hold a shareholders meeting after the project's recruitment period ends, then confirm the distribution ratio of the shares."
"The ratio will be determined according to the amount of money transferred in."
"You can transfer one sol, ten thousand sols, or even more. We have no requirements regarding this."
"I greatly admire something Mr. Lin Qi of the Federation once said. He is willing to share wealth with every partner, and I do the same."
"But I can't cook the meal and then spoon-feed it into your mouth, can I?"
The young man laughed. "That's also something Mr. Lin Qi said."
Lyon was very satisfied with the effect. In truth, he was not at all familiar with Lin Qi. He had merely obtained some manuscripts related to Lin Qi's speeches and remarks from various sources.
Among social activists, Lin Qi's speeches held