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, thank you for your nurturing and support towards Xiao Cheng."


Xiao Meier held her cup with both hands, using soy milk instead of wine, "I..."


"Careful, it's hot." Chen Cheng steadied her back, reminding her.


Jin Baogen let out a hearty laugh, noticing the change in Xiao Meier, as an elder would.


He waved his hand, "Alright, that's enough. It's the thought that counts. Come on, let's eat."


Jin Baogen picked up the serving chopsticks, grabbed a piece of golden, fragrant meat pancake, and placed it in Xiao Meier's bowl,


"Try this, the skin is thin and the filling is ample, the taste is absolutely top-notch."


Xiao Meier took a light bite, indeed, the crispiness of the crust and the freshness of the meat filling intertwined in her mouth, leaving a lasting impression.


Chen Cheng also made himself comfortable and started eating.


"By the way, Mr. Chen, you've come just at the right time."


Chapter 86 Wen Shulin's Activities