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 Lu, have you seen my chiffon dress?" Xia Yubing stood in the walk-in closet, searching high and low, "The one with the floral print."


Today, she had gotten up early, just for the date she had agreed upon with Chen Cheng.


Her delicate makeup and her recently groomed, smooth long hair complemented her anticipative mood.


However, she was currently anxious because she couldn't find that favored dress.


Rubbing her sleepy eyes and wearing a Lingna Bell pajama, Tong Jialu approached the door and leaned on the door frame, "Sis, you're going out on the weekend?"


Xia Yubing paused for half a second, smiling in response: "Going to see a client."


She became fully awake, "When will you be back?"


"What's up?" Xia Yubing looked back, "Something the matter?"


"I want to order some takeaway~" Tong Jialu could hardly conceal her excitement.


Chapter 108: The Share of the Sunday Girlfriend