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

    At nine in the evening, the lights of Wanbao Hall remained bright.


    There were still four or five tables of guests who hadn't left, and Chen Cheng and his party also came out of the private room after having their fill of food and drink.


    "Uncle, I've prepared some liquor for you."


    Chen Donghai handed over the Moutai, Jiujifu, and Cordyceps that Chen Cheng had carefully selected, with a smile on his face that was particularly joyful.


    Zhang Jingsong was somewhat tipsy, but upon seeing the substantial gift, he couldn't help but smile and say, "We're all family now, why be so formal?"


    "It's just a small token of appreciation."


    At this time, Ding Mao also said, "Zhang, just accept it. It's the children's heartfelt gesture, we as elders, shouldn't reject it."


    Under the persuasion of the Ding family father and son, Zhang Jingsong finally reluctantly accepted the gift.


    Chen Donghai immediately said, "Uncle, let me hail a cab for you."


Chapter 83 What's Your Surprise