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

Ten chairs were placed on both sides of the temporarily set up glass T-stage.


The lights were hazy, reflecting the slightly inebriated faces of the ten guests.


Chen Cheng sat in the middle, holding a cigar gifted by Chen Jin, his gaze becoming somewhat blurred as the smoke wreathed around him.


The sound of Wen Shulin's voice was as melodious as a nightingale, her cheeks flushed with a light touch of red from the wine, adding a seductive charm.


She gracefully walked onto the T-stage, and with a wave of her hand, it was as if she was leading everyone into an enchanted world.


"This is the finale of tonight, and I hope everyone will enjoy it."


Wen Shulin smiled as she walked down the T-stage, gently sitting next to Chen Cheng.


As the music of Jiangnan Water Town slowly began to play, the lights on both sides of the T-stage started to change, creating an atmosphere like a dream.


Chapter 94 Masked Choice of Ten