C152 The Repair Fee Is a Hundred Million

"Have you pinpointed the issue yet?"

The elderly man fiddled with the metal pipes, tickling Zhang Hai's frame to the point where he nearly retaliated with a propeller swing.

"I've found it. This is a sensor, and not just any—it's a special model. Young man, are you certain you want to repair it?"

"Is there a problem with that?"

Excitement gleamed in the old man's eyes as he licked his lips