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

At three in the afternoon, Chen Cheng arrived alone at Yintong, downstairs.


After parking the Camry, he walked towards the FamilyMart convenience store.


This store used to be the late-night canteen for Chen Cheng's trio.


Sometimes, to escape the oppressive atmosphere of the office during lunch breaks, he would also choose to come here, sit for a little while, and eat some vegetarian boxed lunches.


He still looked the same, wearing a checkered shirt, sporting a pair of glasses, and carrying a backpack with frayed edges.


Chen Cheng nodded and quickened his pace to approach.


"Holy smokes, you haven't changed a bit!" Chen Cheng exclaimed.


Wu Dongyi laughed and said, "It's only been a couple of months, what kind of changes can there be?"


He also sized Chen Cheng up, "Aren't you the same?"


Today, Chen Cheng wasn't wearing any of his high-end clothes; he just grabbed an old T-shirt, changed into a pair of jeans, and came out.


Chapter 98: Second Generation or Elite