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

Back in Zhongguancun, they had just arrived at lunchtime.


Xiao Hai parked the car at the entrance of Jingfa Bank, and Chen Cheng said to the two, "Let's call it a day here. I've still got things to do."


Xia Yubing and Tong Jialu were about to open the car doors at the same time when Xia Yubing suddenly spoke up, "How about we have lunch together?"


Tong Jialu quickly nodded, "Exactly, no matter how busy we are, we need to eat properly."


"Sure, what would you like to eat?" Chen Cheng agreed.


"Let's just go to our bank's canteen!" Xia Yubing suggested, "The taste is so-so, but it's very clean."


Chen Cheng said to Xiao Hai, "Xiao Hai, go park the car first."


The three got out of the car one after the other and waited on the side of the road for about three to five minutes before Chen Donghai also walked over.


Then, led by Tong Jialu, Chen Cheng once again stepped into that alley that had changed his destiny.


Chapter 52 Chen Cheng's New Toy