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

Coming out of the Chanel store, Wen Shulin keenly sensed Xiao Meier's hesitation.


She approached and asked softly, "Xiao Er, do you feel that Mr. Chen is spending too much on you and feel a bit heartache?"


Xiao Meier did not hide her true feelings and nodded, her voice revealing a hint of worry:


"Sister Lin, I know you and Xiao Cheng mean well, but it's not easy to make money. Spending like this, how much will it be?"


Wen Shulin laughed and said, "Do you know how much he earned this time?"


Xiao Meier shook her head: "I haven't asked about his business matters."


"Over eighteen million. That's just a conservative estimate," said Wen Shulin.


Xiao Meier's eyes widened. The last time, nine million had already surpassed her expectations, and now, this doubling of funds in just a few days gave her an unprecedented shock.


"What's the point of him making money?" Wen Shulin continued to ask.


Chapter 139 Mr. Chen, Kiss Me