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

Changping, near the Badaling Great Wall, Huashan Manor Golf.


As an established licensed institution, CGG, the wealthy Wen Shulin, had booked the entire venue.


The venue was tightly secured; each lane leading into the club was guarded by employees of CGG's security department, ensuring every guest could enjoy a unique treatment.


As the Alphard stopped at the club entrance and the electric door gradually opened, Chen Cheng was taken aback by what he saw before him.


Initially, he expected to see the traditional golf clubhouse lobby or a scene where waitstaff awaited to greet the distinguished guests.


However, what actually appeared before him in the hall outside the club were several girls of exceptional demeanor.


They stood in two rows, four on the left and three on the right, with the missing spot clearly filled by someone who had arrived before Chen Cheng.


Each stood tall with their hands gently folded above their lower abdomen, exhibiting elegant deportment.


Chapter 87 Top Ten Models