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

That night, at Fennel Noodle House, in the attic.


Chen Cheng sat in front of a small table, staring at the blinking cursor on his laptop, feeling an indescribable joy.


The one hundred million this time, as it's bridge financing, Chen Cheng cannot withdraw it.


But the rules of the game gave him hope.


Every penny under his name would grow at an astonishing rate.


And with three days until Wanbao Hall opens, it meant Chen Cheng still had three days to negotiate with CGG.


As long as the contract is not signed, this one hundred million is like a treasure trove in the palm of his hand, continuously amassing wealth for him.


His fingers rapidly typed on Excel, calculating the compound interest for the upcoming three days:


Chapter 65: What is the Compound Interest of One Hundred Million in Three Days?