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

This Su Liya incident is a tough one for Wen Shulin to handle.


She can't get her company's legal department involved, as the board would find out and that would be difficult to explain.


Nor can she hire an external law firm to deal with it, for people have their own agendas, and the slightest disturbance could be fatal to her and the entire CGG.


And the only option left before her is Chen Cheng.


The black Alphard stopped in front of Wanbao Hall.


Wen Shulin got out of the car, dressed today in a simple grey suit, elegant and proud.


The sun wasn't strong, yet she wore a pair of sunglasses.


From a distance, she really had the air of a domineering female boss.


Before she entered, she saw Chen Cheng and Xiao Meier seated behind the cashier's desk.


The two of them were laughing over something, seemingly in perfect harmony.


Wen Shulin walked forward and lightly coughed twice.


Chapter 113: The Little Hand is Quite Smooth