A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

In front of the steps of the Great Hall of the People.

This magnificent building, completed in just 10 months, may be the first project showcasing the strength of the "infrastructure powerhouse".

"Haha, seeing so many people gathered in front, I knew it was you." The Minister of the Outer Harvest Department reached out his hand to the old man in the black coat from a distance.

"See? I told you he would definitely come by bike!"

"However, I must criticize you! You still need to pay more attention to your own safety!"

"Oh dear, you're bringing me up now? Didn't you come all this way too?" The old man in the black coat laughed heartily, not noticing the Minister of Foreign Affairs' car.

"Hey, I'm different! I always carry my stuff with me!" The Foreign Minister said, patting his bulging waist.

"You still need to pay attention to the methods and approaches when doing external tasks..."

The old man shook his head and looked into the distance. Under the illumination of the nine lotus lanterns, a line of small figures carrying a red flag appeared on the bridge, while a faint singing voice drifted over.

Although the distance was too great to hear clearly, the familiar melody still allowed the old man to understand what the other person was singing.

The old man pointed and said, "Isn't the flag-raising ceremony done by the electricians? What, did you change the people today? Did you arrange this?"

"Sir, apart from two students who came to present flowers, no one else has been arranged!"

The old man nodded, staring blankly as the red flag slowly crossed the bridge to the strains of the song, and then arrived at the white marble railing in the square.

The Foreign Minister, holding his ever-present binoculars, also looked over.

"Ha, this kid. What's he doing here?"

"Oh? Do you know him?"

"You know him too? Didn't you write a message for this kid...?"

The Foreign Minister grinned and said, "You little rascal, you can even march in formation now? The kicks are a bit too low, though, your waist and stance need to be more coordinated! But you still look quite spirited!"

"Oh?" The old man was intrigued and wanted to snatch the binoculars to see what kind of spiritual method it was.

Fortunately, the soldiers accompanying him had retained some wartime habits, and it was only natural for them to help their leader carry binoculars.

As a result, a group of bigwigs holding binoculars appeared on the long steps of the Great Hall of the People.

"Hey! The legs aren't lifted very high, but it feels much smoother than our modified goose step..."

That's true. Although our goose step was modified during the 59 parade, it placed more emphasis on the fluidity of the movements and the overall aesthetics compared to the original Soviet-style goose step.

However, Jiang Xia used a version that was improved and refined in later generations. As for how he came to know it, you can't answer that question.

Dude, as long as you didn't pull strings to get a fake leave during military training, you won't forget it. It's like it's ingrained in your blood…

"Hehe, that's true. Last year when I went to General Kim's place for a meeting, I watched their military parade. When they raised their legs high, they looked like they were jumping around, which wasn't very graceful..."

"This young man's health isn't good. Look, a gust of wind came, and he could barely hold the flag up..."

"Not easy, not easy at all. With a body as thin as a stick, he still manages to walk with a respectable air while carrying the flag. Wasn't the Ministry of Railways desperately trying to transport fish into Beijing?"

"Yes! Boss, please swallow your pride and pull some strings to get this approved. This young man is probably starving!"

The two elderly men, who knew Jiang Xia's identity, exchanged a glance and sighed softly, "It's not from hunger, it's probably from exhaustion..."

Just when the big shots thought the young man in front was walking well, and even the two girls following behind were walking very formally.

This is an insult to civility...

Through the binoculars, the young man with a cowlick on his head handed the red flag to the two girls behind him, and then, with his two skinny hands, began to climb the railing of the flagpole.

"Hey! You little rascal, what are you doing climbing the fence!"

"Hey, Lao Ye, don't blame him. This flag stand wasn't designed with any gaps. If you don't let him climb, are you going to let him fly?"

"Yeah! That electrician back then always stuffed the flag inside before climbing. This kid probably didn't want the red flag to fall to the ground. How rare!"

"Hey, that's still a bit too much. Boss, do you know this young man? I have some tiger bone wine here, I'll have someone send him some later!"

Looking at the camera, the young man with his tuft of hair sticking up was struggling to hold onto the railing, a sight that even the big shots found hard to bear.

This small railing is only two and a half meters high. If you were to go over it yourself, it would probably only take half a minute.

Weak, too weak!

Is it really weak?

It does seem quite weak, but there are still external factors at play.

For example, the morning breeze was unusually noisy today.

Not only was it noisy, but it also contained a lot of sand. When the strong wind blew, it was impossible to open one's eyes. Little Dai Mao just squinted his eyes slightly, wanting to wait for the wind to pass before climbing. It wasn't that he couldn't climb!

"Pah, pah, pah! Once things loosen up, plant trees all around. If this continues, Beijing won't have a chance to participate in the 'Creating a Sanitary City' or 'Creating a Clean Environment' campaigns in the future!"

Jiang Xia, who had just had his mouth full of sand, felt that if things continued like this, Beijing would become almost the same place his father lived, which was really bad.

A cold wind blew by, and the two girls behind the railing were hit hard by the gust, their red flags fluttering as they staggered.

"Oh no, it's going to fly away... Fifth Brother, think of something quick!"

The two little girls were holding onto the flagpole of the red flag tightly according to their height, but when the wind blew, the 400-centimeter-long red flag broke free from Jiang Qiu's arms and began to flutter in the wind. It was like a large kite, almost breaking free of her control.

"Hey!"

Jiang Dong, in a flash, immediately lowered her stance, thrust the flagpole forward with all her might, and leaned her shoulder up, creating a small dent in the cement ground. She looked incredibly imposing.

"Good! This girl has so much energy!"

Many of the bigwigs watching in the Great Hall of the People let out a loud shout.

"This is the kind of good young man we should have!"

Putting aside the reactions of the bigwigs, Jiang Dong himself was extremely pleased with himself.

"Fourth brother, with me carrying the flag, you and your eldest brother can rest assured!"

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Dong felt himself inexplicably shift a little.

(⊙o⊙)...

The wind blows again, and Jiang Dong continues to move horizontally. Huh?

Ha, don't be fooled by Jiang Dong's ability to give his opponent a black eye with a single punch. He's still just a kid. He has plenty of explosive power but lacks the weight to carry him. It's not surprising that he got blown away.

"Fourth brother! We're going to fly!"

"Hey!" Jiang Qiu's slender arms, as thin as sorghum stalks, immediately braced themselves. "Fifth brother, squat down a bit, make a triangle! A triangle is the most stable!"

The wind continued to blow, and Jiang Xia was now half-lying on the flagpole base like a giant gecko, while her two younger sisters, their faces flushed, desperately held onto the flagpole. Behind them, the more than four-meter-long red flag fluttered in the wind.

To be fair, Jiang Qiu, a top student, had a solid foundation of knowledge, but she forgot one thing.

"Overcoming skill with force," or "Great strength makes bricks fly."

In the face of raging winds, kites over ten meters long can be blown away, let alone these two little bean sprouts.

"Hey hey hey hey... Boss, come quick and help!"

Help me my foot! Jiang Xia is barely able to save himself right now. He feels that if he lets go, Jiang Xia will definitely fall backward like a wild goose landing on a sandy beach.

Yes, when it falls, it can still drift a meter or two in the wind.

No wonder the old man doesn't like the west wind. East wind, come quickly and lend me a hand!

Just as Jiang Xia was about to jump down,

"Snap!" A pair of strong arms lifted the flagpole.

Jiang Qiu turned his head and saw: "Uncle Wang?"

"Call me brother!"

"Brother Wang, you're almost thirty and still not married?" Jiang Dong chuckled as he watched Old Wang's face darken instantly.

"Squeak~~~" The metal flagpole was now making a sound of strain under the weight.

Oh no...

*Snap!* Another pair of hands gripped the flagpole tightly, and a guard grinned at the group.

*Slap!* Another pair of hands. Oh, it's the cleaner who just chatted so warmly with the old man.

Clap clap clap, more and more people gathered under the red flag, some wearing blue coarse cloth work clothes, some wearing Zhongshan suits, and some with a pipe in their mouths.

Once the wind subsided, everyone worked together and managed to lift the flag up flat against the westerly wind, letting its four-meter-long body resound defiantly in the wind.

"The five-star red flag flutters in the wind..." Jiang Dong's tender singing voice rang out at the right time.

The people whose faces were obscured by the red flag were filled with excitement: "How loud the victory song is..."

The bigwigs on the steps of the Great Hall of the People were all trembling with excitement as they watched this scene unfold.

"These are our people, these are our masses! With such people, how can we not hope for national rejuvenation?"

A few impatient ones took off their coats and ran towards the center of the square.

As they ran, they sang along loudly to the increasingly loud singing.

"Singing praises to our beloved motherland, from this day forward we march toward prosperity and strength..."