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 high-speed train smoothly came to a stop at the platform, and a gentle female voice broadcasted: "Dear passengers, we have arrived at Xingyi Station..."


Meng Wanning, who had been waiting at the train door, happily took Chen Cheng's hand, "Grandpa, we've finally arrived."


Chen Cheng smiled, "Did you fall asleep behind me?"


As the train door slowly opened, the two got off.


After meeting up with Chen Donghai, Xu Qiu, and others, the group marched toward the station exit.


Before leaving the station, Chen Cheng saw a man dressed in a black suit, holding a "Beijing Chen Cheng" sign, looking around.


Chen Cheng held Meng Wanning's hand and walked over slowly.


The man's face lit up with joy, introducing himself, "Mr. Chen, hello. I am the secretary from Liu City, Lan Xiangjun."


The two shook hands, and Lan Xiangjun then said, "Mr. Chen, the hotel has been arranged."


Chapter 248 A Room