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

"Er Cheng, something's not quite right."


Liu Zhiya had tried for half a day, but still couldn't get Er Cheng to look up.


Wiping the fine sweat off her forehead, she looked at Chen Cheng with some grievance, "Mr. Chen, are you not satisfied with me?"


Perhaps it was because of drinking too much tonight, or maybe it was due to playing too hard with the contrasting sisters, or it could be Xiao Meier's considerate and tenderness that lingered in his mind.


What puzzled him even more was that Liu Zhiya, who was trying extremely hard to please him, seemed very invested, but her techniques were not as skilled as he had anticipated.


The cute little tiger teeth even felt somewhat sore.


He took a deep breath, "It started off just fine, how did it lose its vigor?"


Liu Zhiya stood up straight, hands on hips, observing Chen Cheng's condition.


She caught Chen Cheng's expression and then a light flashed in her eyes.


Chapter 96 Mr. Chen Likes Batman