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

Inside Fennel Noodle House, four small tables were ingeniously joined together to form a large square table.


On the table, there was a variety of seafood, including spotted grouper, Alaskan king crab, and sweet shrimp.


There was also a full range of braised dishes: chicken, goose, beef, as well as pig's ears and pig's tails.


Of course, the essential small dishes and peanuts served with drinks were not to be missed.


A group of people sat around the table, with Wuliangye liquor in their plastic cups, and happiness written all over their faces.


"Come on, it's rare for all of us to gather together today, let's all have a drink!" Jin Baogen proposed enthusiastically.


Cheng Cheng and others promptly raised their cups in response, "To Mr. Jin!"


Glasses clinked, and the fragrance of the liquor filled the air.


Chapter 55 Youth is Your Capital