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

"Brother Chen, you're not married, right?" Li Hao asked.


Chen Cheng was still holding the glass he had just sipped from.


He knew Li Hao's quirks and, not recognizing anyone else in the private room, he feared some mischief might arise.


If he were set up like he was with Su Liya, getting himself involved could lead to a huge loss.


"Not yet! What's up?" Chen Cheng smiled.


Li Hao raised his eyebrows, "Later on, I'll find you a wife."


Chen Cheng had played these kinds of business K games before and was familiar with the little games inside, but by the name of this game, it sounded somewhat indecent.


Li Hao nodded profoundly, "Exactly! It's fun!~"


No sooner had he finished speaking than a group of girls in identical tight dresses entered the private room.


They lined up in front of the screen, introduced themselves, and then Li Hao said to Chen Cheng, "Brother Chen, pick one."


Chen Cheng's gaze quickly swept through the lineup.


Chapter 119: I'll Find You a Wife Later