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

After all, Jin Baogen is the most crucial link in the entire bond issuance chain.


If Jin Baogen really intends to give up this piece of cake, then Chen Jin must prepare in advance and look for another way out.


Thinking of this, Chen Cheng understood Chen Jin's real purpose for coming today.


But the matter of Jin Baogen pulling out is known only to himself and Wen Shulin, so he remained composed and said indifferently:


"Mr. Chen, you're just being too cautious. Mr. Jin hasn't brought up anything for the time being. We just need to do our part well."


"Don't ask about other matters, and don't make wild guesses."


Hearing Chen Cheng's response, Chen Jin also had his calculations.


"Maybe I'm just overthinking it," he said with a smile. "Following Mr. Jin, and Mr. Chen, we'll always have something to eat."


Chen Cheng smiled faintly, without engaging further, and the three of them headed towards the elevator.


Chapter 218: Hiding the Beauty in the Rented House_2