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

Tong Jialu was startled and subconsciously took a few steps forward, "Brother Cheng! My cousin, she's not..."


Chen Cheng waved his hand and walked straight toward Xia Yubing, staring at that face clearly filled with tension, silent.


Xia Yubing tried to avoid Chen Cheng's gaze, but the intense pressure, like a spike, left her nowhere to hide.


Finally, she took a deep breath and slowly said, "Alright, I admit it, that thing is indeed with me."


Despite still maintaining her usual cool demeanor, there was a mix of barely noticeable trembling in her voice.


"Director Xia, you're really challenging my limits here."


"What do you want to do to punish me?" Xia Yubing asked back.


Unexpectedly, Chen Cheng replied, "Take half an hour to deal with what you're handling, then I'll take you out to relax."


Xia Yubing was taken aback, thinking Chen Cheng would scold her harshly like Wen Shulin or that she might get a stern slap on the face, but she didn't expect him to say this.


Chapter 62 [Connected]