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

CGG's afternoon tea tradition was not first enjoyed by Chen Cheng.


But he was definitely the first to partake in the yet-to-start breakfast service.


Sitting in the CGG building's restaurant, he watched the busy traffic below his feet, leisurely slicing his fried egg on the plate. A simple and relaxed day had just begun like this.


As a pilot project after Wen Shulin's reforms, providing employees with a complimentary breakfast comparable to that of a five-star hotel seemed to be the start of her efforts to win hearts.


Chen Cheng was ambivalent about this tactic.


Wen Shulin's domineering style was notorious in the industry. She never skimped on using high salaries and benefits to attract talent, but also demanded absolute loyalty and obedience.


"Rather than winning hearts, it's more about improving efficiency," Chen Cheng murmured under his breath, popping the last piece of fried egg into his mouth.


Chapter 217: Unless You Marry Me