On the way, Chen Yuanshan learned from Sun Heng that Jing Mingqiu's parents were traveling. He guessed that Jing Mingqiu, wanting to save face among his peers, had claimed his father's modified drone as his own.
Jing Mingqiu appeared to be eighteen or nineteen years old. Boys in this age group are often concerned with appearances. He likely wanted to gain the admiration of others by claiming his father's modified drone as his own work.
"Little master," Chen Yuanshan ventured, "this drone is quite complex. Is your father home? It would be better to have him take a look."
Jing Mingqiu, without looking up, casually removed the casing. "My dad and mom are traveling together, and I'm the only one here at the shop. Your drone isn't that complicated, it has a frame, motors, propellers..."
Seeing Jing Mingqiu treating his drone like a common civilian model, Chen Yuanshan felt increasingly uneasy. His Black Wolf was a professional racing drone, with a completely different overall structure from ordinary drones to enhance speed and controllability.
Fearing that Jing Mingqiu's careless handling might completely wreck the Black Wolf, Chen Yuanshan took a deep breath and was about to refuse directly when Jing Mingqiu spoke again.
"Your drone has many problems, but mainly the frame is deformed, and some support points are broken. I don't have such high-grade supports here, so I can only try welding to reconnect the broken parts."
"If I'm not mistaken, this drone is prone to losing control during high-speed flight. Even if you activate the reverse pitch in time, it won't have much effect. Also, the fuselage shakes noticeably with every rapid turn..."
Chen Yuanshan, who was about to refuse, was stunned when Jing Mingqiu listed these issues. He had indeed encountered these problems during previous practice matches. He had sought out professional modders and made numerous adjustments, but they could only alleviate the problems, not completely fix them.
"How did you know? I didn't tell Sun Heng about these issues!"
Hearing this question, Jing Mingqiu chuckled. "Of course, I can see it. I'm a professional! You can rest assured and hand this drone over to me."
As he spoke, Jing Mingqiu took out a screwdriver and, with a few swift movements, dismantled the drone into pieces. Then, he secured the main frame, took out a small hammer, and gently tapped to relieve stress and restore the original curvature...
Seeing Jing Mingqiu's skilled operation, Chen Yuanshan's heart settled a bit.
He truly was a disciple of a master; he certainly had skills. The min2 drone earlier was likely completed under the master's guidance.
After all, there was no other reasonable explanation for a top drone modification master to be modifying an outdated machine.
With the guidance of the system and the enhancement of his Level 8 fitter skill, Jing Mingqiu's modification speed was incredibly fast. He completed the entire modification in less than half an hour.
To optimize the drone's performance, after replacing the burnt-out chips, Jing Mingqiu also carved seventeen new chips to replace the original ones on the Black Wolf drone.
Motherboard, motors, balancing rods, propeller blades...
After reassembling all the parts, the system prompt appeared.
[Congratulations to the Host for completing the medium-sized Black Wolf drone modification and upgrade, gaining thirty Technology Points.]
[Current Upgrade Progress: 55/100]
Looking at the upgrade progress, which was already over half completed, Jing Mingqiu stretched with satisfaction.
"Coach Chen, the drone is repaired!"
Hearing this, Chen Yuanshan was initially delighted. Just as he was about to test it, he noticed the more than ten black chips scattered on the table, and his expression froze.
"Little master, what are these?"
Jing Mingqiu casually explained, "Your drone's flight is unstable, not just due to frame balance, but mainly because the control chips have issues with low precision. I've re-engraved several chips and replaced them. With these, even if you make it change direction one hundred and twenty times consecutively, there won't be even half a degree of deviation."
Chen Yuanshan looked at the chips on the table and listened to Jing Mingqiu's explanation, feeling a deep sense of regret.
Was this about deviation?
This was about whether it would lose control!
For these specialized racing drones, all the chips on the motherboard were imported from abroad, with a precision of at least five nanometers.
China's most advanced lithography machines could only produce chips with twenty-nanometer precision. How did this small workshop have the audacity to claim it could carve chips with higher precision than five nanometers?
Chen Yuanshan opened his mouth, about to say something, but then remembered the min2 drone's performance of dominating the Silver Wing drone, and swallowed his words.
Forget it, this drone was beyond saving anyway. This time, he'd just consider it an investment in goodwill.
This way, when the true master returned, he would have the confidence to ask for his assistance.
With this thought, Chen Yuanshan took several deep breaths and forced a smile. "It's a good repair, little master. How much will it cost?"
Jing Mingqiu, without looking up, replied, "A thousand will do."
Having already decided to build goodwill, Chen Yuanshan saw no point in haggling. He took out his wallet, counted out ten hundred-yuan bills, and handed them over.
Casually putting the money into the counter, Jing Mingqiu offered a friendly reminder, "Coach Chen, you could test fly it before paying."
"No, no, I have something else to do, I'll be going now."
Chen Yuanshan waved his hands repeatedly, refusing the offer. He dared not test fly it outdoors. If the drone lost control and crashed, it would be a minor issue, but if it accidentally injured someone, that would be troublesome.
Dongyang City, Tianxing Stadium.
The Seventh Kyushu Drone Professional League was in full swing, with eight teams making their final preparations in their respective lounges.
Unlike the buzzing atmosphere of other teams, the Black Wolf team, located at the end of the corridor, was in a state of despair.
Zheng Mao, the main player, glanced at his phone, his face showing anxiety. He grabbed the team manager.
"Brother Sun, the match is about to start. Why hasn't the coach returned yet?"
Sun Yi, the team manager, was also very anxious. Due to the poor quality of the drones used, their speed and maneuverability were insufficient, and his team had already lost nine consecutive matches.
The investor had stated that if they lost one more match, he would withdraw his investment and disband the team.
To save the team, Sun Yi had personally paid for a master to modify a top-tier drone, naming it Black Wolf and painting the team emblem on it, hoping it would carry the team's will.
However, he never expected that the Black Wolf, on which he had placed so much hope, would explode during a familiarization lap of the track.
Although it wasn't completely scrapped, the frame was damaged, significantly reducing its flight speed and controllability.
Sun Yi tried to put on a brave face and was about to comfort Zheng Mao when Chen Yuanshan, carrying a large bag, pushed open the lounge door.