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

Yesterday's parental discussions had disappeared without a trace, replaced by a deal involving money.


Chen Cheng sat in the private room, recalling the practice of the past three days, waiting for CGG's representative to enter.


He closed his eyes, his mind constantly weighing two numbers: 3.65%, 1.75%.


The former was Chen Cheng's calculated bottom line for CGG, the latter was his bargaining range for this transaction.


Soon, three crisp knocks sounded at the door.


The door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man in a suit entered.


"Mr. Chen, my name is Liao Junfeng, from the CGG Fund Department. It's a pleasure to meet you."


"Mr. Liao, hello." Chen Cheng also stood up, shaking his hand.


Liao Junfeng took out a notebook and a stack of paper documents from his briefcase.


Chapter 73 Acceptance of Achievements