Building a True Space Drone

"Got it!"

Jinling Aviation, someone shouted.

Wu Ande quickly pressed the capture button on his binoculars, using the phone connected to them to photograph the tracked image.

"Quick, quick, quick, let me see, did you really get it?!"

Shao Kaiwang was the first to run over, took the phone off the binoculars, and opened the album.

Upon seeing it, Shao Kaiwang froze, his hand involuntarily covering his heart.

"Wangwang, what's with that expression? Is it fake?"

Lin Qian walked over, took the phone to take a look, and her expression also froze.

The next moment, she walked to the laptop beside her, minimized the enlarged avionics parameter interface, and revealed the entire live broadcast screen.

Looking at the live broadcast screen, where the hurricane was still tracking and filming the sky full of debris, Lin Qian felt her breathing tighten.

"What happened? Why do you all look so grim?" Lin Weijie and Luo Zehai saw their expressions and curiously crowded over.

"The model aircraft is destroyed. This model aircraft that flew to an altitude of 230,000 meters, almost reaching the first cosmic velocity, is destroyed."

Shao Kaiwang replied with a look of utter despair.

Although the model aircraft wasn't his, as a student majoring in aircraft research and design.

Seeing such a model aircraft that could reach satellite altitude and almost achieve the first cosmic velocity, it was hard for him not to be curious and fond of it.

But now, such a model aircraft was destroyed just like that.

This made it difficult for Shao Kaiwang to describe his feelings.

"This is truly insane."

Luo Zehai and Lin Weijie looked at the model aircraft drone in the phone, which suddenly maneuvered, turned, and then disintegrated into a sky full of debris and fireworks.

The two looked at each other, unable to suppress their shock.

Anyone with a discerning eye could tell.

Chen Yi himself controlled the model aircraft, causing it to disintegrate and shatter at high altitude.

"This model aircraft still had a chance to land.

Being able to fly supersonically means the model aircraft's aerodynamic layout is very strong, with a high lift coefficient and low drag coefficient.

It didn't exceed the first cosmic velocity. If the engine is turned off, it can decelerate naturally and drift around the planet.

Once the speed drops to a certain level, the engine can be reignited, and the remaining fuel can be used to adjust its attitude for landing. Why destroy it!"

Shao Kaiwang cried out with heartache.

He wished he could grab Chen Yi, the UP owner he had followed for years, the teacher who had enlightened him in the field of aircraft, and give him a good beating.

"The planet is rotating, so it will decelerate and land naturally."

Lin Weijie estimated in his mind and shook his head, "The shop owner will have to pick it up in the Northwest."

No matter how powerful the model aircraft was, it was still an industrial product.

For the shop that could manufacture such a model aircraft, it might only cost a few thousand yuan to produce one.

Instead of carrying an antenna to the Northwest and tracking the model aircraft's whereabouts all the way, it was more convenient to disintegrate it at high altitude and destroy it with the atmosphere.

"My heart aches." Shao Kaiwang cried out to the sky.

"Let's go. We'll save the live broadcast video we just recorded and ask the professor.

Such a supersonic model aircraft that flies straight to 230,000 meters high, with a powerful engine, but its aerodynamic layout must also be extraordinary.

If we can fully understand this aerodynamic layout, and then get a more powerful engine during the summer vacation, we'll dominate the college model aircraft competition next September!"

Lin Qian walked over, found the playback of Chen Yi's live broadcast video, and called Shao Kaiwang and the others over to consult the professor.

"Lin Qian, there's no need to look for other engines."

Luo Zehai took out his phone and opened Chen Yi's homepage: "This streamer just listed the same model of engine. 28,999 yuan each. Order now, ships within ten days, limited to 1,000 units."

"Hiss! 28,999? Why doesn't he just rob someone?!"

Lin Qian gasped, contributing to global warming.

"This is an engine that shot up like a rocket, almost reaching the first cosmic velocity. Is 28,999 expensive?" Luo Zehai asked curiously.

For turbofan model aircraft, technology is the primary productive force.

Normally, a good turbofan model aircraft costs fifty to sixty thousand, or even over a hundred thousand.

This engine that shoots up like a rocket, almost reaching the first cosmic velocity, at 28,999, is already a bargain.

"It's not expensive."

Lin Qian gritted her teeth, "But I can't afford it!"

Penghai City Park.

Not long after the model aircraft drone disintegrated, Chen Yi ended the live broadcast, had Xia Keke list the engine, and then packed up his things to go back.

But before the items were all packed, Xia Keke, who was constantly monitoring the backend data, cheered and ran over shouting.

"Boss, the orders exploded, our orders exploded! All 1,000 engines sold out in less than two minutes!"

"Sold out?"

Chen Yi looked up, thought for a moment, and smiled, "It seems our peers are quite enthusiastic."

Engines priced at 28,999 each wouldn't be bought so readily by individual players. Furthermore, with Yifei's declining traffic, most model aircraft players wouldn't even know about this engine by the time the livestream ended.

The rapid response and orders likely came mostly from businesses or factories making model aircraft drones, wanting to buy one to study.

"List another 3,000 units. Shipping within 20 days. We can't let our real customers be unable to buy what they want."

"Understood, but boss, aren't you afraid other businesses will research and develop something?" Xia Keke continued to list the 3,000 units, asking with some worry.

"It's useless even if they research it," Chen Yi replied indifferently.

On the surface, he was selling engines.

But in reality, he was selling the materials to manufacture the engines.

Without his low-temperature heat-strengthening material, even with the engine blueprints, they could only use powder metallurgy to build an engine with the same performance.

This was the same powder metallurgy used for the core turbine disks of actual fighter jets and the core turbines of aerospace rockets.

Let alone the terrifying price of such materials.

Just the cost of processing them into engines wouldn't be achievable for twenty or thirty thousand.

Chen Yi wasn't worried at all about other businesses threatening him through reverse engineering.

"Old Chen, you're not being fair this time. You have such a powerful turbofan model aircraft engine, and you sold me that garbage with ducted fans."

After Chen Yi finished his work, Old Zhang, who had witnessed the entire process, walked over, his arms covered in more tattoos than the last time they met. He called out enthusiastically, "Two hundred units. I need two hundred of these engines every month. Give me a wholesale price."

Chen Yi automatically ignored Old Zhang's initial complaint and looked at his tattooed arms. "You're asking me for engine parts. Aren't you afraid of falling out with your suppliers?"

Unlike Chen Yi, who had his own small workshop and could produce some parts to run his own brand, Old Zhang and his peers primarily relied on suppliers from above.

Simply put, Old Zhang was a salesman.

Now, by asking Chen Yi for engine parts, he would inevitably offend his upstream suppliers.

"Afraid of them? Hell no."

The heavily tattooed Old Zhang said firmly, "With your engine, which can almost fly to space, I'd be happy if that trash factory fell out with me. It would save me my breach of contract fees. As for ducted fan parts, the market is already so saturated that you can get them from any factory."

"You're using me to show off."

Chen Yi thought for a moment. "We met while working at DJI. I won't overcharge. 25,999 each, 200 units per month."

"Fine, no problem. As long as the price isn't higher than other suppliers'," the heavily tattooed Zhang didn't haggle.

Although, based on his understanding of Chen Yi, the manufacturing cost of the engine wouldn't exceed 2,000 yuan at most.

But with turbofan engines, it was all about the technology.

The technology was amazing, and he was the only one in the market.

Even if it cost tens of thousands more, you'd still have to pay.

"Come pick up your engines in 10 days. Payment first."

Chen Yi didn't chat further with the heavily tattooed Zhang. With a thought, the consciousness wave value of the system program appeared before his eyes.

[Consciousness Wave: 128076↑]

128,000 consciousness waves, and with the livestream's popularity growing, the system was continuously collecting more.

128,000 divided by 200.

He could adjust 640 attribute points.

Chen Yi calculated it in his mind, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He could finally build a truly space-capable drone that was all-around without weaknesses, defects, or blind spots.

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