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

Exiting the jewelry store, Xiao Meier held up her right hand, adorned with a gold chain.


At this moment, the morning sunshine was just perfect, casting a warm glow on her.


"Hey, are you really that happy?" Chen Cheng walked beside her, smiling as he asked.


"You wouldn't understand." Xiao Meier lowered her hand.


"Is there still something I don't understand?" Chen Cheng teased, "Isn't it just that you've gained my approval?"


"I'm going to hit you!" Xiao Meier clenched her fist playfully, laughing radiantly.


It was a genuine smile, even brighter than when she first got the blue balloon and bracelet.


"Alright, I'll stop teasing you." Chen Cheng grabbed her fist, "Today we..."


Before he could finish, Tong Jialu's call came through.


Chen Cheng glanced at the caller ID, "Work-related stuff."


"Brother Cheng, are you up?" Tong Jialu asked.


"A transfer of one billion, it will be deposited into your account before 3 PM today."


Chapter 61 Lying Comes with a Price