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 Big G stopped at the side of the road.


Chen Jin took Chen Cheng's cellphone and read the content on it, "Chinese descendant drowns in swimming pool."


He swiftly scanned through the comments underneath, where various voices intertwined:


"That mixed-blood girl from a wealthy second-generation family, her family is really rich, and she often throws parties."


"I saw her wearing all designer brands! She's always chauffeured around! She's practically short of just bringing a nanny to school!"


"That night, at the freshmen's ball. Everyone drank a lot, maybe went crazy because of the alcohol?"


"I'm her roommate, saw a man in a crisp suit bringing her to school on the first day of term. He seemed pretty wealthy too."


"I heard it was her who pushed someone into the water."


"The most crucial segment of the surveillance footage hasn't been found, it's impossible to explain this clearly."


Chapter 107: Liu Zhiya with Red Eyes from Crying