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

Generating revenue is a problem that every place has to face.


Had it been in the past, Chen Cheng would have definitely cursed up a storm upon encountering such a situation.


Nobody wants to use their own hard-earned money to withstand the pressures of an economic downturn.


And at this moment, after finishing a phone call, he arrived at the milk tea shop, leisurely sipping on his drink, waiting for the outcome to be resolved.


Firstly, he happened to be in the Qian region, and secondly, the car that had been locked was not his own.


Ultimately, for him now, any problem that could be solved with money was not a problem at all.


Meng Wanning sat by his side, holding a milk tea, and bringing it to Chen Cheng's mouth, asking, "Mr. Chen, is it too sweet? I ordered it with half the usual amount of sugar."


Chen Cheng chewed on the tapioca pearls in his mouth, "With you added, it's just right."


Chapter 244 The woman gives birth to a boy