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

International Trade Hotel, 69th floor, a super deluxe room.


Bright midday sunshine bathed the surroundings, and not far off, the glass curtain walls of the CCTV headquarters building shimmered with a soft blue light, reflecting off the rare clear skies, presenting a sight of breathtaking beauty.


Tong Jialu hung the clothes she had taken off in the wardrobe, then pulled out a pair of 3D white stockings from her bag and unwrapped them.


As a warrior of the Ling Family's five-sided battle formation, the Liu Guang series always stood out with exceptional quality. The Ming series simply gave off a glossy shine, but Liu Guang carried a hint of subtle charm.


Tong Jialu's gaze occasionally drifted towards Chen Cheng, who was looking down at his phone replying to messages, but she did not ask aloud.


She sat on the bed, slowly lifted one foot, slightly curved her arch, pointed her toe, and gently slid it in.


The white stockings gradually conformed to her skin, natural as a second layer.


Chapter 131: White Silk Isn't Too Bad