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

Chen Cheng brought a group of people to Xia Gaoqiang's family store.


Due to tight timing and heavy tasks, Chen Cheng didn't have time for custom orders and directly bought ready-made cheongsams. If the size didn't fit, they would make some adjustments.


"Dacheng!" Xia Gaoqiang waved his hand outside the shop door, his face displaying a smile.


Chen Cheng approached, "Yo, you aren't in class today?"


"Hey, the math teacher took up our class, and since you were coming, I decided to wait here."


Xia Gaoqiang's gaze swept over the group of graceful women behind Chen Cheng and asked in a lowered voice, "Are these the waitresses you found for Wanbao Hall?"


"How about them? They're quite alright, aren't they?"


"If you hadn't mentioned, I'd have thought you hired beauty pageant contestants!" Xia Gaoqiang squinted his eyes with a smile, "Each one of them is a gem!"


Chen Cheng smiled and said, "You know my taste, buddy."


Chapter 67 She Has Changed