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

Early in the morning, at 8:50 am, Chen Cheng just got back to Wanbao Hall after buying flowers from the flower market.


As soon as he got out of the car, he noticed the door was already open.


Chen Cheng, with hands behind his back and holding that bouquet of fresh flowers, walked in with a smile.


Xiao Meier was tidying up the front desk and didn't notice his arrival.


Xiao Meier looked up, her face immediately bloomed with a warm smile, but her mouth carried a hint of reproach:


"You clearly said you'd be back before opening, so why are you still late?"


Chen Cheng said with a smile: "How was I to know you'd open up so early? And..."


It was then that Chen Cheng brought out the red roses hidden behind his back, "Good morning, Sister Meier."


Xiao Meier took the flowers, her face bloomed with joy, but she pretended to complain: "You're spending money recklessly again."


Chapter 97: Doesn't She Like Women?