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 left Beijing, went to International Trade to get his deposit refunded, then he went to buy vegetables for the evening.


By the time he returned to the noodle shop with his arms full of bags, it was already past five in the afternoon.


As items were moved from Da Lao's trunk, Xiao Meier's gaze wasn't attracted to the expensive luxury goods, but rather focused on the bags of fresh ingredients Chen Cheng brought in.


"Xiao Cheng, why did you buy so much food?" she asked.


Chen Cheng smiled slightly, "Mr. Jin is coming over for dinner."


"Ah? Why didn't you tell me earlier! So I could have prepared beforehand!"


"I've bought everything now, we can just get ready together," Chen Cheng explained, "Besides, your foot is inconvenient, I don't want to tire you out."


Xiao Meier quickly tied her hair back, ready to get busy, "When is Mr. Jin coming?"


Chen Donghai brought Chen Cheng's new clothes into the shop, "Mr. Chen, where should I put these things?"


Chapter 53 Mr. Jin's Wisdom