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

"Dengfeng Mustard Shreds, Jing Mustard Mixed with Water Cucumber, Light Oil Olive Dish."


Dish after dish of unique breakfast items were served in sequence, each accompanied by a person introducing the dish:


"Steamed Baby Chestnut Pumpkin, Truffle and Scallop Steamed Egg, Golden Zucchini Stuffed with Steamed Yam and Water Chestnut Lily."


"Crab Paste Mixed Wonton, Abalone Thousand Layer Swallow Cake, Four-color Crystal Shumai."


"French Lemon Tart, Osmanthus Fresh Fruit Jelly Salad, Fig and Purple Sweet Potato Salmon Crab Stick Jelly."


Not to mention Xiao Meier, even Chen Cheng had never seen such exquisitely presented and abundant breakfast.


None of the dishes were in large servings, mostly just a bite or so, but this meal even surpassed the dinner Chen Cheng had here that night.


"Mr. Jin, here's your soybean drink and scorched bread ring," said the waiter, serving Mr. Jin's preferred item separately.


Chapter 58 Why am I so good to you