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

Three knocks on the door caused Mei Xiang to turn her back and wipe her tears.


Chen Cheng also vacated the president's seat and sat down on the sofa to one side.


The door opened, and a man in his early fifties entered, his build lean and carrying several folders under his arm.


He glanced at Chen Cheng, bowed slightly in greeting, and Chen Cheng nodded in response.


Naturally, Chen Cheng couldn't understand their conversation, but he could tell the man was here to get Mei Xiang's signature.


"President Xingye, I..." the man glanced at Chen Cheng again.


Mei Xiang sat in her chair, "Uncle Watanabe, please go ahead. Mr. Chen is not an outsider."


Watanabe placed the folders on the desk, opening one of them first,


"President Xingye, this is the latest progress of our iron ore exploration project in the Pilbara region of Australia."


Chapter 270: Mei Xiang Pressured into a Palace Coup