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

Before long, Xiao Meier came in herself, carrying the plate of fried rice with eggs.


Chen Jin smiled and said, "Thank you for the trouble."


"If there's anything unsatisfactory, let Xiao Cheng know, and I'll have the kitchen improve it."


Xiao Meier did not stay long, "Enjoy your meal."


After a few bites, he turned to Chen Cheng beside him, "Mr. Chen, I have an impertinent request."


"I'd like to borrow a cup of your wine, to toast to Professor Zhang."


Chen Cheng thought he was finally going to talk business, but it turned out to be this, "Lao Chen is joking again, let's go together."


The two left the private room, and Chen Cheng had Zhao Ling fetch a new wine glass.


Chen Jin, holding the wine glass, approached Professor Zhang's table with a sincere smile on his face:


"Professor Zhang, it's my honor to dine with you and so many colleagues today at Mr. Chen's restaurant. Here's a toast to you first."


Chapter 101 More and More People Tonight