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 Cheng followed the direction of her finger and saw two large Golden Dragon buses parked in the lot, which seemed to indicate the presence of a tour group.


It was a spontaneous decision, aimed at ensuring a pleasant dinner experience without the extra hassle, choosing a place that was popular should be right.


"Then let's just go here," Chen Cheng nodded, "to try some of their specialty dishes."


"Sure." Xu Qiu looked at Chen Donghai, who was silent, and joked, "I wonder if they serve deer blood here."


"Hahaha..." Chen Cheng burst out laughing, joining in the jest, "Manager Xu, if one day you stop working at CGG, how about coming to work for me?"


Xu Qiu was taken aback for a moment, then realized Chen Cheng was joking, and continued in the same vein, albeit with a probing tone, "Opening doors for Mr. Chen? I'm professionally trained!"


Chen Cheng laughed and shook his head, "That job would be beneath you."


Chapter 238: Meeting Her_2