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

"That one called Luo something, from your city investment company, the general manager," Nie Feng bluntly said. "He wanted to invite Mr. Chen for dinner, but when he saw me in the car, he left."


Cao Yue looked at Chen Cheng, and Chen Cheng explained, "Brother, it's a long story."


Chen Cheng recounted all the previous arrangements to Cao Yue, and also vividly told the story of his overnight escape from Kaiyang.


Cao Yue also understood what a white glove meant, but he didn't expect his own man to be so reckless.


He sighed deeply, "Ah, such an investment environment is tough!"


"However tough, is it tougher than kneading dough? Look at all the flour on you."


Nie Feng was very insightful; she walked to Cao Yue, took off the apron he was wearing, "Leave the tough problems in the bowl to me."


Saying so, she called Meng Wanning, "Xiao Meng, let's do it together."


Meng Wanning looked at Chen Cheng, who nodded.


Chapter 245: The Young Sister-in-Law_2