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

Zhang Jingsong, upon hearing Wen Shulin's introduction, smiled out of professional integrity,


"Miss Wen, I have a contract with Linkedin Fund. During the term of my contract, I cannot engage with the same industry..."


Wen Shulin immediately said, "Professor Zhang, my consultation isn't about economic issues."


He thought about it; CGG also has its own legal department, so they naturally wouldn't come to him for economic disputes.


And Chen Cheng was introduced by Ding Chaohui; if it were just a civil dispute, it would really be overkill.


The only remaining possibility was just one.


"Miss Wen, since it's not an economic issue, I'm even more curious. What could it be that made you seek Xiao Chen and now to come to see me personally?" Zhang Jingsong feigned ignorance.


Wen Shulin glanced at Chen Cheng beside her, adjusted her sunglasses,


Chapter 114: Look How Anxious You Are Again