C833 Inspiration of Dog Blood

After a long while, Fu Zhendong finally came back to his senses. His face darkened, and he stared straight at Peng Zhaohua. He gritted his teeth and asked, "By the way, Professor Peng, how much did you say the efficiency of the heat increased?"

"Seventy-two percent!" Peng Zhaohua replied.

Upon hearing this number, Fu Zhendong heaved a long sigh of relief.

Fu Zhendong could accept this result