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

She took out the share transfer proportion table again and handed it to Chen Cheng with both hands.


Chen Cheng's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, "That's really great, Miss Meixiang. This means our cooperation can take a big step forward."


He took it and glanced directly at the last column, and his smile froze on his face.


"7.6%?" Chen Cheng looked up at Meixiang.


Meixiang pursed her lips, "According to the share transfer, this is the maximum percentage that can be offered by the seven positions listed on the table, including those shares I represent on behalf of my father."


Chen Cheng placed the table on the desk, interlocking his fingers and resting them against his chin, not saying anything.


He had thought that Meixiang's visit would only involve some price disagreement, but unexpectedly, even the shareholding proportion was not settled.


Seeing Chen Cheng silent, Meixiang felt uneasy.


Chapter 173 The Greedy Widow_2