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

Xia Yubing stood by the car in the showroom, puzzled as she watched Chen Cheng, who was sitting not far away.


He was the one who called to buy a car, yet Chen Cheng didn't look at a single car, his phone, on the other hand, kept ringing incessantly.


At first, he hung up the incoming calls, then dismissed the voice and video calls without answering, and eventually started texting.


"Mrs., are you still satisfied with this S63L?" the salesperson asked nearby:


"We have a test drive car here, would you like to try it today?"


Xia Yubing then came back to her senses, looked at the saleswoman next to her, and smiled: "Let's wait until he's done, then decide."


"Mrs., you're really lucky! Your husband is so busy, yet he accompanies you to buy a car. Such affection really is enviable!" the saleswoman commented.


Chapter 109: Today's Mrs. Chen