<h4>Chapter 1411: The Joy Of Cooking Cannot Be Measured By Money</h4>


    The crisp rings of the bell, together with the stomach’s growling, were sounding at the restaurant’s door for quite some time. Tony grabbed the yarn as he suppressed his urge to pound on the door. He retrieved his hand awkwardly. This wasn’t simply not receiving him, they didn’t even take a look at him.


    “This is your first visit, so you have no idea about this boss’s temperament. It’s not just you, even if the city lord came beyond the operation hours, Boss Mag wouldn’t receive him.” The coachman smiled at Tony. With a sense of pride in his eyes, he continued, “This is the number one restaurant in our Chaos City. It’s our pride without a doubt. Boss Mag has even taken the number one spot as the ‘God of Cookery’ in the Roth Empire’s banquet. Of course he would be a strong character.”


    “Alright. I guess I will have to return in the evening.” Tony returned to the carriage helplessly, but he secretlyined in his heart. What number one ‘God of Cookery’? Could he create food that was as delicious as the spicy crayfish? In his eyes, Hades was the real number one ‘God of Cookery’. Just those three crayfish dishes were enough to confer him as the God of Cookery.


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    “The lotive’s drive is normal. The bumps are within the eptable range. Thene-changing sensitivity still needs to be fine-tuned. The braking system has met the braking requirements...” Mag stood on the lotive and spoke to Scheer confidently.


    Chief Bourell and a group of the steam train’s engineers were listening attentively, nodding and frowning every now and then. But most of the time, they had an excited glow on their face.


    Mag paused for a moment, and then smiled. “This current test is very sessful. You all simply have to improve on the minor problems that I mentioned earlier, and we can cut into the actual track test run.”


    “That’s fantastic!” Bourell clenched his fist. Even though he tried his best to control himself, veins still popped up on his reddened face.


    “We did it!”


    “We finally did it!!!”


    Cheers erupted in the lotive base instantly. The engineers and staff members were tossing their hats up in the air and shouting excitedly. Some even shed tears of excitement.


    In order to make the steam train that could run on the tracks manifest into a real object from the drawings, this group of people had put in an incredible amount of effort. They pulled countless all-nighters, and hadn’t returned home for months. All their hard work had received the best reward in that very moment.


    Mag, too, felt exhrated when he witnessed that scene and heard their excited shouts.


    Perhaps that group of great people felt exactly the same when they watched the mushroom rise up into the air then.


    “You all have created a miracle,” Mag said gravely to Bourell and all the engineers on the spot.


    Even though he provided the blueprint, this group of people had no idea what a steam engine lotive was and why it could pull a bunch of wheels, goods, and people forward. They made the steam engine lotive out little by a little, which was indeed a miracle.


    Scheer watched them with a smile too. Although she didn’t understand the lines on the blueprint, she knew how much these engineers had done.


    Furthermore, the steam train waspleted two weeks ahead of schedule, and that gave them even more time for their ns. Perhaps nothing was more important than time right now.


    “Everyone will be able to return home after the steam train passes the railway trial run. You will have a month of paid leave, and besides the monthly sry that will be paid to your families, you all will receive a bonus.” Scheer smiled at everyone.


    The cheers halted for a moment before an even louder cheer erupted among the crowd.


    The bonus from Miss Scheer had never disappointed.


    Going home with a big bonus and sries that had increased manyfold in the past few months after leaving home for months wasparable to years of work. Moreover, a month of paid leave was enough topensate for the time that they were separated from their families.


    Bourell and Mag discussed some technical problems before Mag left the base in the same carriage with Scheer.


    “I feel we should have a drink together,” Scheer said smilingly to Mag, who was sitting on the opposite side.


    “That’s a pretty good suggestion. It’s a pity that I need to go back to prepare for the evening’s operation.” Mag looked at his watch smilingly. However, today was a good day as Mag could sense the dawn of a new era when he watched the steam train move on the alternate world’s railway tracks and listen to the crunching sounds.


    The steam engine lotive that was spitting out white steam would definitely change the world drastically, and elerate the integration process of this world.


    Violence was no way to resolve problems. The territories that were unified by the first emperor of China had never been peaceful.


    Then, he might as well break up the borders, and make everyone integrate with one another.


    People didn’t want to travel in the past, because transportation was inconvenient.


    If they could simply buy a train ticket at their doorsteps which allowed them to travel and see the world, they wouldn’t be easily led into a war.


    There were so many beautiful ces and great food in this world for them to enjoy besides killing one another, so why put their lives in danger for others?


    Mag couldn’t grasp this world by its throat, but he could throw a bunch of croton tiglium into its throat.


    As for how things developed in the future, he could only do his best to stand on the same side as Chaos City and control technology, this double-edged sword, as it pushed forward the world’s integration. He couldn’t let it ruin the world.


    Scheer looked into Mag’s eyes. That pair of eyes was still as calm as forever, as if the running of the steam train had nothing to do with him. Those calm and rxation were what she couldn’tpare to.


    Although she seemed to be very calm now, only she knew how she felt when her heart elerated at the moment she heard Mag dere the test run a sess. This could be an important moment that could change the world. Her brain was still fuzzy even after she returned to the carriage.


    The steam train’s idea was Mag, the blueprint was drawn by him too, and even the first model was made by him. But besides the slight excitement that he showed in the cave when the engineers were cheering, there wasn’t much change to his expressions and emotions.


    “You might be a tycoon that controls 10% of the world’s transportation in the future. Why do you still care about cooking for your customers?” Scheer said, looking straight into Mag’s eyes. Maybe he didn’t grasp the importance of what happened earlier.


    “When you have a certain amount of wealth, money simply bes a bunch of numbers. I believe Miss Scheer has a better understanding of that than me.” Mag smiled at Scheer, and smilingly continued, “On the other hand, the joy of cooking cannot be measured by money. Cooking for the customers and watching them immersed in eating is very blissful.”


    “****.”


    The system bleeped.