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

Xiao Meier nodded, she said: "Mr. Jin, I know you are kind to me, and it's because of Xiao Cheng. But this also..."


Jin Baogen smiled as he interrupted her, "Xiao Er, the kindness between people always has its reasons. But such kindness can't always be explained in just a few words."


"Take my relationship with Mr. Chen, for example, my kindness to him is indeed related to his grandfather Zhai Tiansheng."


Jin Baogen took out a cigarette and lit it:


"Back then, the two of us went to the countryside, to Farm 854, those days really seemed endless."


His eyes held a myriad of thoughts, "Not to mention the exhausting work, the key issue was not having enough to eat, so hungry that we ended up drinking well water."


Chapter 59 Sitting in My Seat