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 lowered his voice mysteriously, saying, "Just now, our cable car became spirited, it felt the car ahead was too slow, blocking the way, so it... kicked it!"


Meng Wanning was startled at first, but then realized that Chen Cheng was teasing her. A smile appeared on her face, which was previously pale due to nervousness.


But she still didn't open her eyes, "Grandpa, you're just talking nonsense!"


Chen Cheng, with a straight face, continued with nonsense, "Qianling Mountain is quite a geomantic treasure spot, it's normal to have some spiritual essence, who knows, maybe right now a thousand-year-old spiritually cultivated turtle is carrying us on its back!"


As he spoke, he stomped his feet deliberately and mimicked the turtle in a slow tone,


"Off we go, off we go, the guy blocking the way finally moved, it's been tiresome for this old turtle!"


Chapter 243: For Your Picking_2