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

Starting a romance from scratch is somewhat foreign to Chen Cheng now.


As he walked towards the Jiaxiu Building, Chen Cheng kept thinking, she came back for me, but how should we start this?


Among the women around him, none is like Meng Wanning, devoid of materialistic needs, free from the coercions of life.


She's like the moon tonight, pale and beautiful.


The breeze caressed the banks of the Nanming River, and the Jiaxiu Building was draped in a hazy veil in the night, looking even more quaint and elegant.


Meng Wanning walked quietly beside Chen Cheng, while Xu Qiu and Chen Donghai, who were five or six meters behind, had deliberately slowed down their pace, maintaining a distance from the two ahead.


"You seem very familiar with this place?" Meng Wanning looked at Chen Cheng moving effortlessly, and asked curiously.


Chapter 240 Can't You Try Again?