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 hesitated for a moment, but still voiced the doubt in her heart, "Did you really just come to talk business? Why come to Kaiyang, and why show up here?"


Chen Cheng looked at Meng Wanning, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he countered, "What do you hope I came here to do?"


His tone was teasing, yet it quickened Meng Wanning's heartbeat.


She didn't know how to respond, only lowering her head and whispering softly, "I don't know..."


"Do you believe in fate?" Chen Cheng asked.


Meng Wanning looked up, nodded, then shook her head, and nodded again.


"I wasn't a believer at first," Chen Cheng paused, "until I met you here."


What did he mean by that? Was he implying something?


Meng Wanning dared not think deeper; she feared she might be reading too much into it.


"I..." She opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.


Chapter 239: Don't You Want Me to Stay?_2