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

Half an hour later, it wasn't just Liao Junfeng who entered the private room.


Unexpectedly for Chen Cheng, Wen Shulin showed up.


Today, she wore an orange short jacket, a black base shirt, and jeans that greatly emphasized her figure.


And the Hermes double-sided Kelly bag in her hand was understated yet conspicuous.


She casually placed her bag on the table, strode forward with a face full of smiles, still speaking in that thick Hong Kong accent, "Wishing you wealth and prosperity!"


Chen Cheng already knew the background of Wen Shulin, but he hadn't exposed this woman who packaged herself very well.


They shook hands, her grip nowhere near as soft as Xiao Meier or Xia Yubing's.


To be precise, it felt muscular from long-term fitness and weight training.


Once she sat down, her legs naturally crossed, and her already tight jeans stretched even tighter.


Chapter 74 Wen Shulin's Arrival