241, a link in the plan

Facing Zhao Douan's question, the two "students" in the room did not respond for a moment.

Gongshu Tianyuan propped his chin, feigned deep thought, and stared at the arc on the paper, lost in the novel calculation methods.

Chen Huoshen held the rudimentary blueprints, his cheeks reddened.

The barrage of information Zhao Douan had thrown out was too much, leaving the two of them puzzled and overwhelmed.

It was clear they needed time to digest it all.

"It seems we won't be needing anything for the time being," Zhao Douan said with a satisfied smile, clapping his hands to draw their attention, and added, "So, can we try making this new type of firearm now?"

Chen Huoshen said excitedly, "Give me two... no, one night, and I can refine the matchlock gun's blueprints into a prototype."

Gongshu Tianyuan, brimming with confidence, declared, "As long as he can draw it, I can make it."

"Good," Zhao Douan said, "in that case, how about starting with manufacturing this fire gun?"