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

The three people at the table were all waiting for Meng Wanning's answer.


And at this moment, in her eyes, there was only Chen Cheng's image.


"Do you not want to do it?" After a while, Chen Cheng asked.


Meng Wanning shook her head, "Anything Grandpa asks me to do, I'll definitely go do it."


"But..." Meng Wanning hesitated, lightly biting her lower lip, her eyes full of conflict.


Chen Cheng saw her concerns and asked gently, "Wan Wan, if you have something to say, just say it, okay?"


Meng Wanning then raised her head, looking at Chen Cheng, her eyes carrying a touch of unease, "Grandpa, I'm afraid..."


"Afraid of what?" Chen Cheng pressed on.


Though they hadn't been together long, he knew Meng Wanning's character—she would never be so hesitant unless it was about something very important.


"I'm afraid... afraid that once I go, the rehearsal time will be too long and then... then I won't be able to see Grandpa."


Chapter 246: He Kissed Me