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

Everyone had a good amount to drink at dinner.


Even Xiao Meier had eight liang of Wuliangye, looking all dizzy with a flush on her face.


"Feng Biao, I'll take Aunt Hui home first." Liu Ying, one of the only three sober people around, hailed a taxi, "You guys should drink less too, there are important things to do tomorrow!"


"Honey, don't you worry! We're just catching up!" Feng Biao said, his breath heavy with alcohol, "Thanks for your hard work!"


Xia Gaoqiang: "Yingzi, it's really such a bother for you."


Wang Hui smiled continually, as if the three in her eyes were still children, talking about everything under the sun.


"Aunt, the car's here." Liu Ying opened the car door and reminded again, "You're only allowed to drink, no going for a foot bath, okay?"


After Wang Hui and Liu Ying left, Feng Biao took out some cigarettes and offered them to the others: "Hey, where's Dacheng?"


Chapter 70: Her in the Parking Lot