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

"Miss Wen, why don't you try this red bean paste with dried tangerine peel," Xiao Meier said, carrying a full bowl, "It's refreshing in this hot weather."


Miss Wen took it with both hands, "Thank you, Miss Xiao."


Xiao Meier sat next to Chen Cheng, smiling, "You are Xiao Cheng's good friend, please don't call me Miss Xiao."


Miss Wen was a few years older than Xiao Meier, so it wasn't quite appropriate to call her "Sister Er."


"Just call me Xiao Er!" Xiao Meier's eyes curved into a smile.


"I had the kitchen add Mapo Tofu and salt and pepper ribs."


Xiao Meier, using the newly brought public chopsticks, served Miss Wen a stuffed eggplant, "Miss Wen, try this. It's a new dish we're planning to introduce."


"It contains fresh meat, water chestnuts, fish maw, and some asparagus dices."


Miss Wen was in a struggle with the ribs today, but it wasn't as frustrating as the lunch at the canteen.


Chapter 118: Change of Plan