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

The opening day was fast approaching, and Chen Cheng's schedule was packed.


He had to dedicate energy to self-training for negotiations and was busy with the preparations for Wanbao Hall's grand opening.


Jin Baogen had solved many difficult issues for him, but details such as opening bouquets and car fleets still required his personal attention.


The formation of the service staff team seemed particularly urgent.


Fortunately, four days earlier, Sasha, also known as Zhao Lingfang, replied to Chen Cheng's message, and they agreed to meet in Shuangjing for Chen Cheng to select the suitable candidates.


Da Lao quickly arrived at the agreed teahouse, and Chen Cheng asked Chen Donghai to park the car while he went upstairs first.


"Mr. Chen." Zhao Lingfang, waiting in the hall, greeted Chen Cheng with a smile.


Chen Cheng nodded in response, "Are all the people here?"


"They're all here." Zhao Lingfang gestured, leading the way, "In the first private room."


Chapter 66: Xiao Hai? Brother Hai!