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 Bo admired Chen Cheng's decisiveness, nodding heavily, "Okay, Mr. Chen has the final say."


The two chatted casually for a while before leaving and heading to the garage.


"That's it, Mr. Chen, I'll visit Wanbao Hall another day." Li Bo extended his hand.


Chen Cheng shook it in return, "I look forward to your visit."


After Li Bo drove away, Xiao Meier was still holding Chen Cheng's hand, her face brimming with a happy smile.


"Xiao Cheng, you're so impressive!" she sincerely exclaimed.


Chen Cheng raised an eyebrow, "You said the same thing last night."


Chen Cheng rubbed Xiao Meier's shoulder, smiling, "Do you like this place?"


"That's great, once I secure the house, we'll choose furniture together!"


Xiao Meier's eyes filled with hope, "Yes!"


The two headed to the parking spot as Chen Donghai opened the car door.


"Xiao Hai, you take Sister Meier back." Chen Cheng did not get into the car, adding, "Drive slowly."


Chapter 105: You Said the Same Thing Last Night_2