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

While speaking, her eyes reddened again, and her voice began to choke: "I... I don't know what to do..."


Chen Cheng handed her a tissue with a gentle tone: "Don't panic, take it slowly, there's always a solution to the problem."


Mei Xiang took the tissue, wiped her tears, and tried to calm herself down, "Yesterday, after you left, the raw material supplier came knocking, and they have issued their final ultimatum."


As she spoke, she took out a thick stack of copied agreements from her bag and handed them to Chen Cheng.


Chen Cheng didn't even open it, "Just tell me, how much are we short?"


Mei Xiang took a deep breath, seemingly trying to steady her emotions, then said in a low voice, "A total of three billion yen, which is about 237 million renminbi."


"They say if they don't receive the payment for the goods by the end of today, they'll stop the supply and will file a lawsuit with the court..."


Chapter 172 I Am the Most Suitable Candidate_3