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

Chen Cheng took a bath and went upstairs.


Xiao Meier was sitting on the bed, and when she heard the movement, she put down her phone, looking expectantly towards the staircase.


"Eh? Not watching videos anymore?" Chen Cheng asked knowingly.


"Come on, what's the surprise?!" Xiao Meier asked eagerly, "You've kept me in suspense all night!"


Chen Cheng chuckled and sat on the edge of the bed, "First, give me a shoulder massage."


Xiao Meier smiled broadly and knelt behind Chen Cheng without hesitation, gently kneading his shoulders with both hands.


Though not very skilled, her movements were incredibly gentle and considerate.


Chen Cheng lay in Xiao Meier's arms, eyes squinting, looking completely satisfied.


"If you don't tell me, I might stop massaging~" Xiao Meier joked.


Chen Cheng patted her hand and turned around, imitating her tone, "Don't get too excited, my surprise is really something!"


Chapter 84 The Agenda of Having Children