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

Su Liya sat at the long table by the window, nibbling on the sandwich in her hand, but her mind was filled with the words "Chen Cheng".


"And what exactly is their relationship? Why would she say they are eternal partners? That seems too intimate."


"Also, Mommy has never mentioned this person to me. Did they meet only recently?"


Su Liya felt like her brain was about to overload; she just couldn't connect Li Hao's client with her own mother.


It wasn't just her brain that was struggling; the store clerks at FamilyMart felt the same.


A beautiful foreign girl with a sweet appearance, holding a Black Card, had just swiped it for an 8 yuan sandwich and a 2 yuan bottle of mineral water and now sat eating inside the store.


Watching her graceful figure, he couldn't help but steal a few more glances. After all, such a genuine beauty wasn't common on this street.


"Hey, what are you doing?" Wu Dongyi entered at this moment.


Chapter 130: Who is Chen Cheng