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

Stepping out from the café, the trio returned to the beauty salon.


Xiao Meier, after several hours of beauty treatments and skincare, seemed to have brightened up by a whole shade.


Her previously somewhat dull skin now radiated the luster of pearls, fine and elastic, as if water could be pinched from it.


Her eyes also appeared brighter and more captivating, the fine lines around them seemingly smoothed by an invisible hand, but more so, there was a newfound confidence and satisfaction in her gaze.


Her lips became rosy and plump, the previously dry lines no longer visible, as if she had applied the most delicate lipstick, yet it all seemed naturally moisturized.


Chen Cheng was mesmerized by Sister Er's glamorous transformation, her innate beauty was now even more ethereal.


Her supple long hair gently rested on her shoulders, swaying with the breeze and emitting a charming fragrance.


Chapter 141: The Fierce Offensive of the Beautiful Girl