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

A hurried ringtone interrupted Tong Jialu's enthusiasm.


She struggled to reach for the cellphone on the bedside, took a look, it was an unknown number, so she hung up directly.


Tong Jialu put down the phone and went back to Chen Cheng's side, "These harassing calls are getting too much."


Chen Cheng smiled, "Just in time for your halftime break."


"Don't want~" Tong Jialu played coy, "Just now, sis got 3 minutes and 40 seconds more than me, Brother Cheng, you need to make it up."


"No way! My timer clearly shows just 1 minute!" Xia Yubing also insisted.


Chen Cheng looked at the two in front of him, this round of segmented timing competition seemed to have a good effect.


Before Chen Cheng could finish speaking, Tong Jialu's phone rang again.


Tong Jialu grabbed her nightgown and slid off the bed, checking her phone, it was still the same number.


Chapter 194: Mr. Chen's Thoughts Are Hard to Guess