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

Chen Cheng continued to analyze the data, carefully checking line by line, while Mei Xiang sat quietly by his side, occasionally pouring him a glass of water or offering him a snack.


The room was very quiet, with only the sound of keyboard typing and mouse clicking, occasionally mixed with their soft whispers.


As time passed every minute and second, Chen Cheng's frown deepened.


The data showed that every year, a large amount of niobium ore "disappeared" from the Xingye family's mines in Brazil, and the quantity increased year by year, reaching an alarming number in the last two years.


Chen Cheng finally broke the silence, "Over the past five years, at least 30% of your family's niobium ore has been stolen."


Mei Xiang gasped, the number far beyond her imagination, "How could it be so much?"


"It appears that someone inside your company must be involved in this smuggling case."


Chapter 273: Situation