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

"Mr. Jin, here are the profit margins from this deal with CGG, totaling nine million yuan."


Chen Cheng and Tong Jialu appeared in a small pavilion by the lake, where Tong Jialu's tablet was detailing Chen Cheng's accomplishments.


Jin Baogen was focused on tending to his beloved bird, without turning back, his voice full of praise:


"Mr. Chen, well done! You almost pushed Wen Shulin to her limit on your first attempt."


He closed a can of mealworms, turned around, and smiled, "How does it feel?"


Chen Cheng reminisced about his past struggles in the workplace, where he found earning money as hard as ascending to heaven.


However, within just ten days, he found a new world in this field, and exclaimed:


"There's still so much to learn, isn't there!"


Jin Baogen took out a cigarette and offered him one, "Everything has a beginning, and to achieve such a low interest rate on your first try is quite remarkable."


Chapter 75 You Never Worked for Me