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

Xiao Meier's heart couldn't settle down for a long time.


　　So much so that on the way back, she tightly held Chen Cheng's hand, "Xiao Cheng, thank you!"


　　"Still being polite with me?" Chen Cheng teased her nose, "How was it? Feeling alright?"


　　"Awesome!" Xiao Meier straightened up, "Next time, let's go earlier and get the seats at the very front!"


　　Chen Cheng yawned twice. "Aren't you tired?"


　　Xiao Meier leaned on Chen Cheng's shoulder, "Not tired."


　　"Right, we should really thank Sister Lin." She suddenly said, "She helped us so much, why don't we invite her for a meal."


　　Chen Cheng wrapped his arms around Xiao Meier, "Whatever you decide is fine."


　　Chen Cheng rested his head on Xiao Meier's head and said, "When have I ever refused you anything?"


　　Xiao Meier pondered for a while but really couldn't recall any instance where Chen Cheng promised something but failed to do it.


Chapter 123 Li Ya: I Want to Thank Him