A nation's industrial development begins with junior engineers.

Old Wang accompanied Jiang Xia to the entrance of the secret workshop, watched Jiang Xia's figure disappear behind the big iron gate, and then ran back to the small building in three steps.

He picked up the scattered pages and continued reading from the "Flag Correcting and Reforming" section. However, as he read on, his expression changed from excitement to seriousness, and his brows furrowed.

I really want to sculpt something...

Because what followed did not go smoothly.

"...We thought the matter of the flag was settled, but the next morning, when we arrived at the meeting place early, we looked up and saw that although the five-star red flag was already hanging on the flagpole corresponding to our seats, it was hanging upside down! The five stars were gathered at the bottom, like stars hanging upside down, which was quite glaring!"

"Outrageous! How dare they defy the Heavenly Gang!" Old Wang slammed his fist on the table in anger.

After smashing it, he realized something was wrong: "Hey? I had the energy to use against the foreigners. I smashed the table and have to pay out of my own pocket to fix it. It's not worth it."

After mentally preparing himself, Lao Wang continued reading:

"Upon seeing this, the deputy head of the delegation's face darkened, and he immediately ordered me to step forward and negotiate. Our translator and the secretariat staff engaged in serious negotiations, but the other party initially tried to deflect blame by claiming it was an 'oversight' or that 'the staff were not familiar with the situation,' offering only perfunctory responses."

However, his eyes darted around and his words were pushy, showing no sincerity whatsoever in his promise yesterday to "correct it immediately".

Representatives from various countries arrived one after another in the square. Many stopped to watch and whisper among themselves, their eyes fixed on my upside-down flag, and the scene gradually became subtle and awkward.

The deputy commander knew this matter could not be delayed and had to be rectified immediately to set the record straight.

……

Hey, why is the next page blank?!

Old Wang got anxious and quickly flipped through the pages.

It finally connected, but the semi-classical writing style suddenly changed to entirely vernacular description.

"So, someone else wrote it?"

Old Wang scratched his head and continued reading.

"Sir, the way our national flag is being displayed is incorrect. Please correct it immediately!"

The staff member glanced at the object Mulan was pointing at, a perfunctory smile on his face.

"Really? They're all five-pointed star patterns anyway, so why not just hang them up? Nobody will notice the direction."

"We care!" Mulan straightened her chest and glared at him fiercely.

"Alright, alright, ma'am, if you insist..."

"However, it still can't be done!"

Mulan remained silent, her dark eyes fixed on the man.

I don't know if you believe in something as intangible as momentum, but anyway, the foreign devils who faced Mulan were indeed stunned.

"It's not that we don't want to replace it, it's just that the pulley system on this flagpole seems to be stuck, so we can't raise or lower it for the time being. But don't worry, I've already scheduled a repairman..."

"How long will it take to fix?"

Seeing this, another page is finished.

Old Wang didn't rush to turn to the next page. He first went to the window to see if Jiang Xia was in the nearby secret workshop, then poured himself a glass of water before sitting up straight.

"Hahaha, Mulan, this foreigner has been fooling you so much, I bet you couldn't resist anymore, right? Did you even twist the top of his head off?"

After preparing himself to witness Mulan's formidable display of power, Old Wang turned to the next page with a smile.

"When we pressed him on when it would be fixed, the man who appeared to be in charge shrugged and shook his head, saying, 'This is a technical issue; we need to wait for professional personnel and parts, and the timeframe is uncertain.' His arrogant demeanor clearly indicated an attempt to delay and embarrass us."

As a crowd grew, whispers arose, mostly filled with scrutiny and speculation. Just then, someone nearby suddenly spoke up in broken English: 'Given their efficiency, if they say they can fix it within a month, you should consider it a miracle.'

This statement is sarcastic.

Everyone turned to look and saw that it was a friendly-looking representative from the Polish delegation. His gaze briefly met ours, he nodded slightly, and then looked away as if nothing had happened.

Upon hearing this, the head of the secretariat's expression changed slightly, and several suppressed sneers rang out from the onlookers.

Their delaying tactics, displayed in front of a large audience, appeared utterly clumsy and inept.

Huh? The original author is back?

I prefer this kind of semi-classical style!

"Just as the stalemate was at hand, one of our bodyguards, who was known as 'Monkey' for his agility, could no longer bear it and wanted to step forward and give it a try."

He first walked to the flagpole, looked up and carefully observed the condition of the pulley at the top, then reached out to try to pull the flag rope—the rope was taut and wouldn't budge. He then frowned and whispered to the deputy commander: 'Sir, the pulley is indeed stuck, and very stuck.'

Upon hearing this, everyone's hearts sank. Time was ticking away, and the opening ceremony was fast approaching. Were they really going to let the red flag hang upside down in a foreign country under the clear sky?

This is not merely the loss of a single flag; it is a loss of dignity!

Old Wang clenched his fists as he read this, as if he could feel the anxiety and frustration of the delegation members. However, what happened next made him even more furious.

"Under our insistence, the head of the secretariat, seemingly feeling humiliated, stepped forward with a cold snort and said, 'There must be something wrong with the rope and pulley; let me adjust them.'"

Before our translator could finish translating, he reached out and grabbed the dangling flag rope, pulling it down forcefully in an attempt to lower the flag.

His movements were rough and completely disorganized.

One member of our delegation, who was knowledgeable about mechanics, noticed that the angle and force of the pull were incorrect and immediately shouted to stop him: "Stop! Pulling like that could get the flag caught in the pulley!"

The supervisor ignored him and instead pulled harder. With a soft 'rip', the corner of the already upside-down national flag was actually pulled into the gap of the top pulley!

The red flag was immediately stuck, half-suspended in the air, twisted and deformed, looking even more disheveled.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Deputy Commander Mulan shouted to stop him, but it was too late. Seeing that he still did not stop and seemed to want to make the mistake and completely destroy our flag, she did not hesitate any longer. She took a step forward, turned sideways and kicked the supervisor in the elbow!

Caught off guard, the supervisor cried out in pain, let go, and staggered back.

However, it was too late. The national flag was firmly stuck in the pulley system, and no matter how hard they tried to pull the rope, it wouldn't budge.

The pulley is completely jammed.

"asshole!"

Upon seeing this, Old Wang was so angry that he slammed his fist against the wall.

This is not "tuning" at all; it's clearly deliberate sabotage!

"After being kicked away, the supervisor was furious and pointed at our side as if he wanted to shout. However, seeing the deputy commander's frosty face and icy gaze, as well as the angry glares of his accompanying guards, his momentum faltered. In the end, he could only mutter a few words indignantly and step aside, pretending that it was none of his business."

The rest of the secretariat staff looked at each other, and no one stepped forward.

Time ticked by, and less than fifteen minutes remained before the opening ceremony began. More and more representatives from various countries gathered in the square, pointing, whispering, and exchanging pleasantries.

The shame burned like fire.

Our entourage tried various methods, but none could untangle the stuck pulley. Were we truly to allow our national flag to be dishonored and to enter the stadium in disgrace under the watchful eyes of so many?

"At this critical moment, a clear female voice suddenly rang out from behind:"

'Let me try!'