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 playfully teased Meng Wanning.


Meng Wanning was momentarily stunned, then realized that Chen Cheng was joking. Her cheeks reddened slightly, and she lowered her head and whispered, "No, I mean... why did you come to Kaiyang?"


Meng Wanning was surprised for a second, and Chen Cheng asked again, "Did you think I came here for you?"


Her head dropped even lower, her fingers twiddling with her clothes.


But when Chen Cheng remained silent, Meng Wanning lifted her head and saw the smile lingering at the corner of his mouth, realizing she had been teased by Chen Cheng again.


"I did come here for business," Chen Cheng said soothingly, "I just didn't expect to run into you here."


Meng Wanning's heartbeat quickened slightly. Chen Cheng's words left her feeling somewhat confused.


Chapter 239: Don't You Want Me to Stay?