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

"Li Ya and I are university alumni," Li Hao said with a smile. 


Mr. Chen gave a thumbs up, "From classmates to lovers, from across the ocean to this familiar land, Manager Li's love history is truly enviable!" 


With that compliment, the smile on Li Hao's face became even more brilliant. 


"Mr. Chen misunderstood, she is my junior," he continued, "When she enrolled as a freshman this year, I had already been working for three to five years." 


Mr. Chen looked again at Li Hao standing before him. 


He didn't give off the sleazy vibe typical of a front-end finance man; instead, he had an air of youthful vigor. 


Had he not revealed this age difference himself, Mr. Chen would never have guessed Li Hao's true age.


However, it did make sense when considering Li Hao's work experience mentioned last night. 


"On the first day Li Ya enrolled, I happened to go back to school to see Professor Charmain," Li Hao took out a cigarette and offered one to Mr. Chen, 


Chapter 106: The Warrior Who Charges for Love