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 did not expect Cao Yue to say such a thing; he was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Cao Yue was indicating that his previous comment was too official and not sincere enough.


"Magistrate Cao, you misunderstood, I..." Chen Cheng tried to explain, but Cao Yue interrupted him with a raise of his hand.


"I understand, you're just speaking commercially, accustomed to that kind of foolproof way of speaking."


Cao Yue spoke gently, without a hint of blame, "But I hope, between you and me, we can be more honest."


He looked straight into Chen Cheng's eyes, "I now need your financial support, this is my sincerity."


"I also said just now, once the matter is successful, I will give you a project that you can report on, this is also my sincerity."


Cao Yue's tone was very sincere, and seeing that he had spoken so frankly, Chen Cheng also decided to speak openly,


Chapter 237: He Who Knows Me, Xiao Chen -2