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

"Bro, don't worry, I'm a professional at accompanying drinking."


The young lady sitting in the passenger seat said to Chen Cheng with a smile, "I guarantee I will keep your guests company well tonight."


Chen Cheng parked the car steadily and cautioned, "Don't overdo it, just maintain a good balance."


The young lady playfully made an OK gesture, "Rest assured, I know what I'm doing."


Chen Cheng took out his mobile phone, "WeChat or Alipay?"


Chen Cheng transferred 1200 to her and asked, "By the way, what's your name?"


"Just call me Sasha." The young lady took the money, pulling down her off-the-shoulder little dress a bit, "Mr. Biao told me to make sure I get this done for Brother Cheng!"


Chen Cheng nodded, "Then it's all up to your performance now."


Chapter 31: A Wine Divider for Each Bite