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

The night at DANDY carried a different flavor.


Under the ambiguous and hazy lighting, the bartender was skillfully mixing various drinks behind the bar.


There weren't many customers in the shop at the moment; occasionally, a few low voices conversed.


Mr. Chen headed straight towards the bar, and after just a few steps, Chen Jin pointed at a man not far away: "That's Li Hao."


Chen Cheng glanced over. Although it was just a back view, there was an indescribable presence about him.


His Loro Piana outfit was very eye-catching, and he dressed even more opulently than Chen Jin, who was beside Chen Cheng.


And within sight, the mixed-race beauty in the red dress was particularly striking.


Her soft brown curls cascaded over her shoulders, shining with an enchanting luster.


The fabric hugged her figure without losing allure, perfectly displaying her graceful silhouette. The hem of the dress just covered the tops of her thighs, revealing long, straight legs with a sensual appeal.


Chapter 103: Shanghai-Style Sweetheart