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

Xiao Meier this morning seemed even more radiant than last night.


Walking in the big house that Chen Cheng was about to buy, the pride and happiness on her face were plainly visible.


Xiao Meier's voice echoed as she spoke, "Cleaning this place in the future will be quite a task."


Chen Cheng, with one hand in his pocket, laughed and said, "Just hire a maid, you don't need to do it yourself."


Chen Cheng joked, "Well, a young one, of course! It would be best if she could wear a little black veil skirt, then while doing housework... tsk, tsk, tsk!"


Xiao Meier's face flushed red; she knew Chen Cheng was bringing up last night's matter.


"I'm going to hit you!" Her little clenched fist rose but didn't land on Chen Cheng.


Chen Cheng took her hand, "My dear Meier, you'll live in comfort from now on."


Xiao Meier leaned her head against Chen Cheng's chest and whispered quietly, "Xiao Cheng, thank you for giving me a home."


Chapter 105: You Said the Same Thing Last Night