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

"But I believe that the experience I've accrued previously in the field of quantitative trading, such as risk identification and control, data analysis and processing, as well as understanding and seizing the market, will all be helpful to my venture capital endeavors."


His eyes flickered, and then he returned the conversation,


"Of course, with my uncle and Mr. Jin's guidance and support, I believe the risks I will encounter won't be tempests, but merely a spring breeze caressing my face."


Cao Jin both burst out laughing; Cao Bofeng patted Jin Baogen's arm, "Lao Jin, the person you've chosen really has some talent!"


He turned to Chen Cheng and said, "While a spring breeze is pleasant, one must always be vigilant of sudden storms."


Jin Baogen nodded incessantly, "Modesty and caution are the keys to going further."


Chapter 267 Tonight Not Going Home_2