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

He looked towards Meng Wanning, "Which path would you like to take?"


Chen Cheng nodded and extended his hand to Meng Wanning.


Meng Wanning was initially stunned, but a second later, she placed her hand in Chen Cheng's.


Their fingers interlocked, and they walked towards the direction of the pedestrian path.


"Look, there's a monkey!" Meng Wanning exclaimed with surprise, "No, wait! It's a troop of monkeys!"


Chen Cheng followed her gaze and saw a group of macaques on a small hillside by the road, sitting, lying down, or frolicking around in high spirits.


One of the monkeys, slightly larger and with darker fur, seemed to be the leader of the troop, sitting on a rock while nibbling on an apple a tourist had thrown to it, all the while observing its surroundings vigilantly.


"I looked it up online last night, don't get too close."


Chapter 242: Love is Split in Two_2