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 glanced at the people in front of him.


Among them, only Wen Shulin and Li Bo were somewhat familiar; the rest were strangers to him.


However, their business cards were handed over with great speed.


Lao Wang, Wang Xinan, rotating CEO of Pan Shi Investment Group.


Lao Zhou, Zhou Xiansheng, Standing Committee Member of the Antai Securities Committee.


Lao Zhang, Zhang Zhenchao, General Manager of the North China region for Daofu Asset Management.


As for Li Bo, Chen Cheng finally learned about his position at Zhongjin. He was an SVP, just one step away from becoming an ED.


Chen Cheng then looked at these industry moguls, each of them having reached the pinnacle of their careers, becoming the unreachable ceiling in the eyes of ordinary people.


But now, he was standing here, receiving their eager gazes and warm smiles—it was like a dream come true.


Chapter 88: The Unintentional Benefit of the Fisherman Who Trimmed the Willows