Flint Red

For Chen Cheng, thirty means interest—the interest rate.
From 3,000, to 100,000, to a million, to ten million, and then to over a hundred million...
An ever-increasing amount of principal, an endless stream of interest.
With money generating money, compounded interest calculations made Chen Cheng exclaim:
This money can't be spent! Absolutely can't be spent! For a lifetime, I can't finish spending it!

Maximize Interest, My Money Grows Infinitely

Xia Yubing didn't answer but coldly asked back, "Chen Cheng asked you out tonight, for what?"


Tong Jialu cautiously replied, "He wants a 2 million business bill."


Tong Jialu nodded, "Chen Cheng's company is very well-qualified, and we just gave him a 3 million loan..."


Xia Yubing grabbed Tong Jialu's arm, looking displeased, and asked, "Who gave you the authority?"


"I... I thought..." Tong Jialu was startled by Xia Yubing's sudden sternness, her voice trembling.


Xia Yubing's gaze was as cold as frost, "You thought? You think too much!"


Tong Jialu shivered at Xia Yubing's sternness, her voice shaking, "Cousin, I... I was wrong."


Xia Yubing panted and released her grip on Tong Jialu, "Did you handle the task I assigned?"


Tong Jialu rubbed the reddened mark on her hand, "I asked."


Tong Jialu honestly replied, "He told me he found this sparrow through a friend, but other than that, he didn't say anything."


Chapter 29: Sister Gifts You a Porsche