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: "Mr. Jin, you praised me like that last time too, and I was so happy for a whole two hours..."


He laughed and shook his head, "But in the end, you taught me a tough lesson!"


Jin Baogen burst into laughter, "You had never done that kind of thing before, so taking the first step was already pretty good."


"What's that popular phrase you young people use? What is it again?"


Chen Cheng thought for a moment, "Encouragement-based teaching?"


"Hahaha, right!" Jin Baogen nodded repeatedly, "If I had just shot down your idea from the start, where would the fun be?"


"So this time, are you encouraging me again?" Chen Cheng asked.


Jin Baogen took a deep drag of his cigarette and exhaled slowly, the lingering smoke seemed to carry his life experiences.


"Let's have a heart-to-heart talk, just between the two of us. When I was young, I had so many ladies around me that I couldn't count them all with my hands and feet combined."


Chapter 54: You Must Gauge the Limits in Matters of the Heart Yourself