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 your fermented soybean drink and fried dough rings."


Tong Jialu brought breakfast for both of them, and did not forget to hand over the steaming buns to Chen Cheng, "Brother Cheng, your buns."


Chen Cheng nodded, took a sip of soy milk, and ate the large buns filled with soy sauce pork.


Meanwhile, Tong Jialu took out something like coffee from her bag, poured it into a bottle of mineral water, and shook it vigorously.


Chen Cheng looked at the granular contents inside, guessing it was probably a meal replacement with chia seeds.


For girls, maintaining figure always requires some "special" efforts.


Jin Baogen picked up a chopstick of pickles and casually asked, "How was the business on the opening day yesterday?"


Chen Cheng put down his chopsticks, "I almost forgot to mention this. Wen Shulin topped up her card with 500,000."


Jin Baogen raised his eyebrows, "She's so generous?"


Chapter 76: Tong Jialu's Fantasy