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

A table of people eating and drinking, and it wasn't until 2 pm that they finished.


When they came out of the private room, everyone looked rosy-cheeked, including Wen Shulin.


"Miss Xiao, let's settle the bill." Chen Jin walked to the cashier and took out his card.


With a smile, Xiao Meier said, "Mr. Chen, you still have 300,000 on your card."


"Oh? Is that so?" Chen Jin hooked arms with Chen Cheng and laughed, "Then let's top it up!"


Chen Cheng: "Alright Lao Chen, come more often in the future."


He gave Xiao Meier a knowing look, and Sister Xiao Er caught on immediately.


As the two walked out, Chen Jin looked back and whispered to Chen Cheng, "Mr. Chen, about the thing I promised you last time, I'm planning it in the next couple of days."


Chen Cheng smiled, "I'll be waiting for your call."


Chen Cheng saw Chen Jin off to his car, then bid farewell to Li Bo and the others one by one.


Chapter 125: Come, Let's Compare Skills