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

"I'm to blame, I was too nervous, and too impulsive..."


Chen Cheng lifted her chin, "How could I feel any pain when I see you?"


Their eyes met, and Meng Wanning's heart skipped a beat.


His gaze was so gentle, so focused, at this moment, in Chen Cheng's eyes, there was only her.


Meng Wanning shyly turned her head, but her body involuntarily leaned against Chen Cheng's, her white canvas shoes shaking slightly, just like her mood at the moment.


"Next time, let's choose a place where no one is around."


Meng Wanning was both annoyed and pleased, she snorted, "I'm going back now."


Chen Cheng grabbed her hand, "Go back where?"


Meng Wanning answered honestly, and half a second later, she realized and said with a smile, "Did you think I was going back to Beijing?"


Chen Cheng smiled, "I really thought you were going to leave me alone here."


Chapter 241: Would you like to come in and sit?_2