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

When a lie is entirely fabricated, it's very easy to debunk.


But mix in thirty percent of the truth, and distinguishing fact from fiction becomes difficult.


It's still Hua Residence, with Chen Cheng and Chen Jin again, and the leftover food and wine from before.


However, the private room had been changed to the next one over, new wine glasses were brought out, and the guests were now the executives of Linkedin Fund.


There weren't many people, just seven including the two Chens, both men and women.


With this arrangement, it seemed as if the events from two hours earlier had never happened.


"This is Chen Cheng, who helped us secure the 1.36 billion underwriting, Mr. Chen," introduced Chen Jin to everyone.


"He didn't want you all to have to socialize after work hours, but I thought, since Mr. Chen has given us at Linkedin such a great honor, it would be rude for you not to show your faces."


Chapter 136: Go All Out in the Act