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 was somewhat bewildered by this sudden form of address.


He straightened up, gazed at the charming Meng Wanning in front of him, and for a moment, didn't know what to say.


Compared to "Brother Cheng", "Xiao Cheng", or "Mr. Chen", this simple "Sir" truly caught Chen Cheng off guard.


Plus, spoken from Meng Wanning's lips, it carried a whisper of shyness and allure, like the humid winds in the plum rain season of Jiangnan, lingering and gentle, irresistibly inviting one to indulge.


Seeing Chen Cheng's lack of reaction, Meng Wanning thought he disliked the nickname, her tone tinged with a hint of sadness.


"No, no, it sounds lovely, very lovely." Chen Cheng came to his senses and quickly explained, "I'm just... a bit surprised."


Chen Cheng nodded, "It's quite special."


"Didn't you say I am the most special one to you?"


Chapter 243: At Your Discretion to Pick