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 Hai, go to Xiehe Hospital," Chen Cheng said.


Liu Zhiya turned to him, "Brother Cheng, can I ask you a question?"


"That... Chairman Wen calls you Mr. Chen, and this gentleman calls you Mr. Chen," Liu Zhiya blinked, "So, what do you like me to call you?"


Chen Cheng's lips curled into a smile, beckoning Liu Zhiya with a finger.


Obediently leaning in, Chen Cheng whispered into her ear: "What did you call me that night?"


Liu Zhiya's face instantly flushed; she remembered how shy she was in Chen Cheng's arms that night, feeling a thrill in her heart.


"I... I don't remember," Liu Zhiya said softly with her head down.


Chen Cheng chuckled, "Don't remember? Let me help jog your memory."


With that, Chen Cheng leaned in close to her ear and softly uttered two words.


Liu Zhiya's face turned even redder, and she glared at Chen Cheng with feigned anger, "You're so bad!"


Chapter 116: When She Secretly Took His Hand_2