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

In the bathroom, the sound of flowing water was incessant.


Chen Cheng was sitting on the bed, scrolling through his phone.


Today was Ding Er's marriage registration, and liking posts in the circle of friends is an indispensable part.


Looking at Li Dinger in the photo who was smiling even more brilliantly than a lotus, envy appeared in Chen Cheng's eyes.


Thirty seconds after Chen Cheng's like, she sent him a message.


Chen Cheng: "I thought you'd gone to sleep."


Xiao Meier: "Not yet! Just finished tidying up the shop. Li Dinger had quite a few drinks today and kept saying he wanted to come see you!"


Chen Cheng: "Hahaha... It's not me getting registered with him, why is he coming to see me? Isn't he afraid his new wife will get jealous?"


Xiao Meier: "He said that you are not there during the most important moment of his life, it feels like something is missing."


Chen Cheng: "Wow, I didn't realize I'm that important."


Chapter 95: One-Legged Squat Reaching for the Sky