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

Wen Shulin was counting: "Xiao Meier, Xia Yubing, Tong Jialu, Hoshino Mika, and that Liu Zhiya. There really are too many to count on one hand."


"Of course, there might be others I don't know about?" she said with a laugh.


Chen Cheng was choked up by Wen Shulin's words, "Why didn't you count yourself among them?"


Wen Shulin gave him a charming look, lowered her head to take a sip of coffee, but her gaze shot through the curling steam, landing straight on Chen Cheng's face.


With a mix of scrutiny, inquisition, and a complex emotion that Chen Cheng found hard to articulate.


"After a man becomes rich, it's quite normal for him to lose control of himself."


She began to speak: "After making so much money, if you don't enjoy life, are you supposed to go meditate in the deep mountains?"


Chen Cheng heard the hidden sharpness in Wen Shulin's words, "You're right, a man tends to get carried away with money."


Wen Shulin didn't say anything, just quietly gazed at him.


Chapter 217: Unless You Marry Me_2