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

"Sometimes I just can't stop myself from snacking."


Tong Jialu took out the ground coffee, packed it down, and began to extract it with some ice cubes she fetched from the fridge. 


She walked over with two packs of chips and handed one to Chen Cheng, saying,


"Brother Cheng, try these. They're a new flavor I discovered recently, crawfish-flavored. I find them really tasty."


After saying that, she felt that something was off.


Tong Jialu started thinking about what Xia Yubing would do in such a situation.


So, she opened the bag of chips, took one out, and brought it to Chen Cheng's lips,


A smile curved up the corners of Chen Cheng's mouth as he accepted Tong Jialu's feeding gesture.


The crunching of the chips accompanied by the coffee machine's beeping resounded throughout the house.


Tong Jialu trotted off to get Chen Cheng the coffee and came back to his side, sitting down.


Chapter 78: The Secret in the Cloakroom