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

After seeing off Zhao Wang and the other person, Chen Cheng and Sasha stood at the entrance of the store, waiting for Ding Chaohui to return.


"Brother Cheng, I didn't embarrass you tonight, did I?" Sasha said with a giggly smile.


"Very impressive, everyone had a great time."


Sasha pulled out a box of Xuanhe cigarettes from her bag, opened it, and Chen Cheng noticed that one of the cigarettes was placed upside down.


"Brother Cheng, want one?" Sasha offered him a cigarette.


Chen Cheng smiled and asked, "What do you mean?"


"A man who can quit smoking can definitely achieve great things!" Sasha said.


Chen Cheng, curious, asked, "I've always been curious, how much money can people in your line of work make in a month?"


"When business is good, you can make over twenty thousand a month." Sasha answered, "But most of the time, it's around eight or nine thousand."


Chapter 32: Considering Salary as an Expense