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

Leaving the hospital, it was almost ten o'clock at night.


Xiao Meier limped along, supporting Chen Cheng, "Ah, never expected not only to not get things sorted but also to sprain my ankle."


Chen Cheng consoled her, "Isn't this good? You can rest for a few days."


Just as Xiao Meier finished speaking, Chen Cheng's phone rang.


"Shu Biao." He glanced at it and then answered, "Hello?"


"Can't you wish for something good for me?" retorted Chen Cheng.


"Then what are you doing at the hospital so late at night?"


Chen Cheng glanced at Xiao Meier beside him, "If you've got something to say, spit it out. I'm busy here!!"


One hand supporting Xiao Meier, he was still taking the call.


"Come out to play!" Feng Biao said cheerfully, "Yingzi went on a business trip, I just dropped her off at the airport, and now I'm heading back!"


Chapter 34: Pushing the Cart Without Assistance