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

But the hands before her were broad and warm.


Meng Wanning wanted to agree but hesitated.


Chen Cheng did not rush her, only waiting patiently for her answer.


He knew that for Meng Wanning, this decision was not an easy one.


By the banks of the Nanming River, a gentle breeze blew, lifting the wisps of hair on Meng Wanning's forehead.


She looked at the man before her, the man who made her heart flutter.


Mature and composed, successful in his career, yet surrounded by many outstanding women—his virtues and flaws combined made him a difficult choice.


Chen Cheng smiled and was about to withdraw his hand, but the next second, he felt a trembling coldness.


"Why won't you just wait for me a little longer!"


Meng Wanning's urgent voice rang in Chen Cheng's ear, with a tremble, a hint of panic, and a grievance she hadn't even noticed herself.


Chapter 241: Would you like to come in and sit?