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

"Sister Lin, I really didn't expect you to be willing to accompany me shopping."


Xiao Meier smiled happily, walking side by side with Wen Shulin through the aisles of the SKP mall.


Wen Shulin said, "Mr. Chen asked me to come and give you some advice. I had to come!"


Saying this, she gave Chen Cheng a coquettish glare.


"Xiao Cheng, you really should! Sister Lin is so busy every day..." Xiao Meier said with a sidelong smile.


Wen Shulin smiled lightly, "I'm not that busy, this won't take too long, let's go!"


The beauty of Xiao Meier and Wen Shulin were two completely different kinds.


Wen Shulin's nobility seemed innate, exuding an irresistible charm with every move.


Today, she was wearing a sharp gray business suit, well-tailored to her figure, accentuating her graceful body.


Moreover, she knew how to magnify her own strengths.


Chapter 138 Chanel's VIC