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 looked back at the large bed behind him, "You've discovered this as well?"


"It's an hour's drive from Kaiyang." Chen Cheng leaned against the window and recounted the evening's events to Wen Shulin in detail.


Wen Shulin's brows furrowed after listening.


"You need to be careful," she reminded him. "From what you say, Luo Ziyang will definitely make a move."


She picked up her phone, speaking to herself, "The smaller the place, the trickier the devils."


Chen Cheng sighed, "Now I fully understand why Mr. Jin didn't let me work on the front end before."


"The front end is where you ask people for favors; the back end is where people ask you for favors," Wen Shulin said gravely. "Money, power, and sex are always intertwined."


She asked further, "What's your plan now?"


Chen Cheng sat up straight, "To nail this deal, there's no way around Luo Ziyang."


"So, are you planning to let Xiao Hai offer herself?"


Chapter 235: Sauna_3