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 looked at the spirited Meng Wanning in front of him, and his mood also became cheerful, "You seem much more lively than yesterday."


Following Chen Cheng's steps, Meng Wanning walked out of the hotel, "Where are we going?"


Upon hearing these two words, Meng Wanning's face unconsciously revealed a smile.


Chen Cheng chuckled, then walked to the car, "I made the plans last night."


Meng Wanning covered her mouth and laughed, "Do you always speak so straightforwardly?"


"Of course, I don't like beating around the bush." Chen Cheng responded, "Honesty is a good start for us, isn't it?"


"It wouldn't really be a date if we brought a third wheel, would it?"


"Not... it's not that... I mean, there seems to be someone with you all the time."


Chapter 242: Love is Split in Two