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

As soon as he heard the name, Nie Feng's eyes lit up, "Lao Cao, you have no idea how popular Xiao Chen's restaurant has been recently!"


"Really?" Cao Yue also became interested.


"Wanbao Hall too! It is said that their chefs learned their craft from the descendants of royal chefs, the dishes they make are so authentic! And, the atmosphere there is wonderful, ancient and elegant with a unique charm!"


Upon hearing this, Chen Cheng quickly explained, "Sister-in-law, it's not a heritage thing. But they indeed have a team of Michelin-starred chefs in charge of cooking."


Cao Yue had not been back to Beijing for over half a year, hearing Nie Feng talk about it this lively, he also became interested, "Next time I'm home, I must try Xiao Chen's place."


"Definitely worth a try, but you need to book a reservation." Nie Feng said with a smile, "I've tried going a few times with my colleagues but couldn't get a spot."


Chapter 245: The Young Sister-in-Law_3