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 interest rate for your external issuances..."  


Chen Cheng sat in the general's chair, looking across the table at Jin Baogen, treating him as the representative for the CGG company negotiations, and said, "5.45%, I personally think..."  


Jin Baogen's face was serious, "No, that energy, it's not right."  


Chen Cheng fell silent for a moment then changed his tone, "The representative from CGG, regarding your proposition of a 5.45% interest rate for this fund..."  


"You're not holding a big meeting at Wanbao Hall, and the people coming aren't your employees, there's no need for you to report to them." Jin Baogen interrupted Chen Cheng again.  


It must be said, for a person to transform their temperament, it takes time.  


Especially in fields one is unfamiliar with, or in tasks one has never done before, it is even more so.  


Chen Cheng now has wealth but is distinctly lacking a certain temperament.  


Chapter 60 Xiao Cheng, I Want