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 pre-opening thank-you banquet was a joint idea of Chen Cheng and Xiao Meier.


As the first batch of guests before the official opening, the Willow Tree Three Tigers and their families had all arrived.


However, when they saw the completely transformed Wanbao Hall, each of them couldn't believe their own eyes.


"Damn, Meier! Dacheng really has a good eye for things!" Feng Biao, holding the opening gift for Chen Xiao, walked in.


"This renovation, and this huge vase!" He circled the lobby and looked towards the stand, "I'll just put the fortune cat here, alright!"


Xiao Meier's smile was as radiant as flowers, "Shu Biao, you're being too polite for coming to eat with us!"


"You've already been a big help with the motorcade," she said as she took the gift and carefully placed it.


"Eh, looking for some good luck!" Feng Biao laughed heartily.


"She should be here soon." Feng Biao noticed Chen Cheng wasn't there, "Eh? Where's Dacheng?"


Chapter 69 Sister-in-law