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

Mei Xiang's voice interrupted Wen Shulin's thoughts, she looked at the screen at her, "What's the matter, Mei Xiang."


"Brother Cheng has told me." Mei Xiang didn't know how to start, "He said he wants to transfer his shares to you."


Wen Shulin's expression remained calm, she too was playing a role, "Yes, Mr. Chen had discussed this matter with me before."


"Actually, if... I mean if..." Mei Xiang was a bit incoherent, "If Xingye Zhen really has a problem, would you still want his shares?"


Wen Shulin blinked slightly, Mei Xiang, this child, really has a simple mind, unable to hide anything.


This wasn't her asking herself; it was clearly her worrying about Chen Cheng's interests.


It seems, Chen Cheng weighs more in her heart than imagined.


Wen Shulin smiled subtly, and counter-asked: "Mei Xiang, what do you think?"


Chapter 271: I Have Become a Part of Your Play_2