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

At 10 o'clock at night, Wu Dongyi and Su Liya, who had finished their meal long ago, still sat quietly in the restaurant, waiting.


During this time, Zhao Ling had already refilled their tea three times, yet they showed no signs of intending to pay and leave.


Seeing that closing time was approaching, she walked over to the cashier's desk and softly reminded Xiao Meier:


"Sister E'er, that table of guests seems reluctant to leave."


Only then did Xiao Meier notice that Chen Cheng's former colleague was still there.


"It's okay, I know them. You go ahead and finish up for the day, I'll handle this." She said with a smile.


"Then I'll head back to the dormitory."


Xiao Meier looked up and took out her phone to send a message to Chen Cheng: Xiao Cheng, your former colleague is here at the restaurant.


Wu Dongyi also checked the time. During the wait, he sent a message to Chen Cheng but received no reply.


"Hey, it's getting late. Shall we head back?" 


Chapter 134: Enthusiastic Sister Er