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 smiled and said, "Just came down, had anything to eat?"  


Even though Li Bo had already eaten, upon hearing Chen Cheng's question, he still took a small plate of beef, claiming it was "for ketosis."  


"It seems playing cards really whets the appetite!" Li Bo sat down next to Chen Cheng, "Mr. Chen, fancy joining for a few rounds?"  


Li Bo: "Texas Hold'em! Mr. Chen, have you played before?"  


Chen Cheng said jokingly: "I often participate in some master tournaments."  


"Noticed that, Mr. Chen is a Texas Hold'em expert!"  


"The QQ Texas Hold'em Masters." Chen Cheng waved his hand and clarified with a smile: "Playing with joy beans."  


Li Bo was slightly surprised, then laughed: "Mr. Chen, you really have a way with words! No wonder you're so popular with the ladies!"  


Hearing Li Bo's comment, Chen Cheng also laughed and said: "Not at all, it's all in jest."  


"But speaking of which, how big do you usually play?"  


Chapter 90 This is the Happy Bean