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

Chen Jin chuckled: "Miss Liu's attending physician told me that she could be discharged from the hospital today."


Only then did he walk into the ward while speaking: "That's why I got to the parking lot first thing in the morning."


"At first, when I saw your Volvo, I thought you had arrived."


"But I only saw Xiao Hai by himself, so I waited downstairs."


"It was only when I saw Miss Xiao's Nio car appear just now that I knew the true owner had arrived."


Hearing Chen Jin say so, Chen Cheng also smiled unconsciously.


Chen Jin was a slick and timely person, otherwise, he would not have been able to secure his position just under Wen Shulin out of ten people.


Moreover, he was also a man who understands men.


In a few words, not only did he give plenty of face to Chen Cheng, but he also gave himself a step down.


Chen Cheng: "Wow, Lao Chen, you're quite well-informed, aren't you?"


Chapter 218: Hiding the Beauty in the Rented House