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

Chen Cheng cracked a faint smile upon hearing Wen Shulin's words.


He released Tong Jialu's arm and leisurely walked towards another birdcage stool.


Once Chen Cheng was seated, he snapped his fingers briskly at Xia Yubing and Tong Jialu.


Hearing the sound, the two women quickly ran to Chen Cheng's side, one on the left and one on the right, coordinating seamlessly.


Chen Cheng spoke, "Miss Wen, you do have a keen eye! These two really did switch their allegiance."


Wen Shulin put down the dumbbell in her hand and sat up, her gaze meeting Chen Cheng's in midair as if engaging in a silent battle of wits.


"Mr. Chen, you certainly have earned my respect," Wen Shulin broke the silence, crossing her legs in a manly fashion, "Truly deserving of Mr. Jin's regard."


Chen Cheng, not to be outdone, also crossed his legs confidently, "You flatter me, Miss Wen."


"Xiao Bing and Xiao Lu have been with me for a while."


Chapter 51: The User Manual for the Xia Family Sisters