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

"Sister Lin, I really don't know how to thank you."


Xiao Meier sat in the backseat of the Da Lao with Wen Shulin, speaking sideways.


Wen Shulin smiled and said, "Xiao Er, there's no need to be so formal with me. Mr. Chen has been a great help to me these past few days, this is just a small matter, nothing big."


Chen Cheng sat in the passenger seat, not turning around, just listening to the two of them talk all the way.


Xiao Meier leaned over, close to Chen Cheng's ear and asked, "Xiao Cheng, how are you so amazing!"


Chen Cheng smiled, turned his head and kissed Xiao Meier on the face, "You know it already."


Xiao Meier didn't expect Chen Cheng to suddenly do that, especially with Wen Shulin and Chen Donghai in the car, she felt quite embarrassed.


"Sister Lin, please don't mind! Xiao Cheng is just a joker."


Wen Shulin watched their intimate interaction, feeling a inexplicable twinge of sourness.


Chapter 122 Wen Shulin's Thanks