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 next day, Chen Cheng and Xiao Meier got up early.


"Ah? Xiao Cheng! How did I get back last night?" Xiao Meier held her head, seemingly unable to remember the events of the day before, "How much did I drink?"


Chen Cheng lay in bed, eyeing the beautiful back covered by long hair, teasingly said:


"Sister Meier, you have no idea how much effort it took to get you upstairs."


Xiao Meier rubbed her temples, "I really can't remember."


"Then..." she looked down at the nightgown she was wearing, "Did you change my clothes?"


Chen Cheng grinned, "Who else could it be?"


Xiao Meier lay down again, tracing circles on Chen Cheng's chest with her fingers, "I won't drink that much anymore."


"You're quite adorable when you're drunk," Chen Cheng remarked.


Chen Cheng nodded firmly, "You kept calling me hubby, insisting over and over. I mean..."


Xiao Meier furrowed her brows, eyeing Chen Cheng's mischievous smile, "You're teasing me again! I definitely didn't say that!"


Chapter 72 Wanbao Hall Opens