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

Chen Cheng walked through the threshold of Wanbao Hall with a heavy head.


He sat at the tea table by the door, head in hands.


"Ss~ I did drink a bit too much yesterday," Chen Cheng thought to himself.


Zhao Ling came up to his side with a smile and greeted him.


"Then sit down for a while. Sister Meier has ordered sobering soup and breakfast for you. I'll go get it for you," she said.


Zhao Ling replied: "Brother Hai took her to Mr. Jin's place to deliver breakfast. She should be back by now, I suppose?"


"It's around this time these past couple of days," she added.


Chen Cheng remembered Xiao Meier had promised to deliver breakfast to Jin Baogen every morning, something he originally thought was just an offhand courteous remark. Yet, she has been keeping her promise faithfully.


But this was also in line with Xiao Meier's character.


Chapter 137 Are Your Demands Too Excessive?