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

Meng Wanning looked at him in surprise, "Wasn't that just an hour ago?"


"I have never seen such a brave little girl like you," Chen Cheng continued:


"For an idea that you yourself can't clearly explain, for a person you barely know, you actually got off the bus and ran back."


"I saw you in the light, panting, with that unwavering look in your eyes, I admit, at that moment, I really was moved."


Meng Wanning's face got redder as Chen Cheng spoke, and she didn't know what had gotten into her an hour ago to do something so crazy.


"You were so brave, shouldn't I be brave once too?" Chen Cheng asked with a smile.


Meng Wanning looked into Chen Cheng's deep eyes, her heart raced again, she lowered her head and said softly:


"I... I don't know what came over me at that time, I just felt... I just felt that if I didn't get off, I would never see you again."


After she finished, she lifted her head abruptly, as if defending herself,


Chapter 240 Can't You Try Again?_2