No matter how Zhang Chen had gotten the beef, Zhang Jun decided to pretend he did not know and simply keep his head down and eat. Asking too many questions would only bring trouble.
Zhang Jun was no fool. Seeing Wang Gong's hint, he realized he had said the wrong thing. With the abilities Zhang Chen possessed, was eating some beef really difficult? Let alone beef, Zhang Jun would have found it perfectly normal even if Zhang Chen ate beef for every meal.
Zhang Chen ate a bowl of beef. As a Qi Refiner, he did not need much ordinary food. A little each day was enough to sustain his immortality.
Zhang Chen set down his bowl and chopsticks, carried the engine into the room, and walked over to Wang Gong. "Wang Gong, let me show you something interesting."
Wang Gong looked at the engine Zhang Chen had carried in, surprise appearing on his face. "What is this?"
Zhang Chen did not say much. He took out the blueprints he had prepared long ago and handed them to Wang Gong. Wang Gong accepted them and examined them carefully, going through the sheets one by one as Zhang Chen introduced the engine he had created. "This is called a diesel engine. I designed it myself, and it can carry up to two hundred thousand jin!"
With the materials available in this world and Zhang Chen's deductions, was it not perfectly normal for the engine's maximum load to reach two hundred thousand jin?
"Two hundred thousand jin?" Wang Gong froze, his eyes full of disbelief. "Is that true?"
The Great Han's agricultural machinery could currently carry at most thirty to fifty thousand jin.
"Of course it's true. Wang Gong can find someone to test the exact figures, then record the results in