Nanda's Special Recruitment
After hearing Wang Yue, Qiao Yingzi did him the courtesy of stopping her argument with Fang Yifan. She lifted her chin and looked down at Fang Yifan. "Exactly. Do you have the money?"
At the mention of money, Fang Yifan hesitated. Wang Yue was a rich kid, and if he said it would cost a lot, it probably really would.
But the idea of a drone that could automatically follow and film him was just too tempting. He gritted his teeth and asked indignantly, "Tell me first—roughly how much would it cost?"
Wang Yue had experience building this kind of drone. Judging by the size of Fang Yifan's wallet, he replied casually, "It depends on what kind you want. The more advanced it is, the more expensive it'll be, of course. If all you want is something that can hold its altitude, rotate, and take pictures, that's really cheap."
Fang Yifan was utterly confused. He felt like Wang Yue might as well have said nothing, so he asked bluntly, "Just tell me what a version that costs a thousand yuan can do, and what one that costs ten thousand can do."
Wang Yue looked at Fang Yifan with contempt. He thought the guy was an embarrassment to kids from the capital. What kid from Beijing didn't have a few thousand yuan saved from New Year's money by the time they were Fang Yifan's age? Yet this little rascal was talking about staying under ten thousand.
Since Fang Yifan didn't have much money, Wang Yue could only come up with a cost-effective design. Still, he asked curiously, "Why don't you just ask Leier to film you? Why do you have to use a drone? What a waste of money."
Fang Yifan sighed and pointed at the booster and