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

If Texas Hold'em poker was the entertainment Chen Cheng could still participate in after work,  


golf was something he rarely touched.  


He didn't have enough money to pay for the expensive greens fees, outfitting costs, or even the tips for the caddies.  


At most, he would use a trial voucher or group-buy a package on Meituan to hit a few balls at the practice range.  


Sitting in the golf cart, heading to the tee-off spot, Chen Cheng had no clue at all.  


Wen Shulin noticed the subtle expressions on Chen Cheng's face and said with a smile, "Mr. Chen, you don't seem as confident now as you were just a moment ago."  


Chen Cheng chuckled sheepishly, "Miss Wen, is there also a ranking in this game?"  


The gentle breeze played with the tips of Wen Shulin's hair, which she gathered and shook her head.  


"Just for fun." Wen Shulin then asked, "How many strokes do you normally take for 18 holes?"  


Chen Cheng replied, "Depends on the condition, I guess."  


Chapter 92 Emperor's Orb