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

Camellia private room, the atmosphere was harmonious.


Ding Mao and Zhang Jingsong, these two old classmates and great friends, seemed to have endless topics to discuss.


They first reminisced about their school days, scenes from their youth feeling like they happened just yesterday.


Then, they talked about their respective families and daily life, sharing the little details of their lives.


Of course, as two veterans with considerable say in their positions, they didn't forget to dive into current social hot topics and real-time trends.


From international affairs to domestic policies, from the cutting edge of technological development to the importance of cultural heritage, they discussed everything under the sun.


Meanwhile, Ding Chao became busy on this side too.


He was patiently answering Cui Min's questions.


About Ding Chao's future plans, his perspective on life, his intentions to buy a house, and his career development directions.


Chapter 82: Sister E'er Has Been Waiting for You for Over a Decade