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

Wen Shulin was also captivated by Xia Yubing's reaction. She glanced sideways and, in an instant, felt struck by lightning.


On the TV, a clear video was playing. There were three people:


Li Ya was walking unsteadily into the pool area. She wasn't holding a bottle in her hand, but her demeanor suggested she was as inebriated as a drunk.


Wen Shulin's gaze was firmly glued to the screen, an ominous premonition rising in her heart.


In the video, there was another familiar figure—Li Hao.


His condition wasn't much better than Li Ya's, and he was holding a bottle of whisky, hugging the girl behind Li Ya around the shoulders.


"Scumbag!" Wen Shulin cursed under her breath.


But her feet involuntarily moved toward the direction of the TV as if meaning to see more clearly.


Li Ya leaned against the poolside wall, and it didn't take long before she slid down to a seated position.


Chapter 110: Reversing the Heavenly Gang Formation