C31 Chapter 31

The next day, there came an electrician. The electric welder was wearing a protective suit, a protective mask, a welding gun, and a water level, but he didn't wear a welding bar. I was worried that the standard instrument would be a problem, but now the problem isn't the water level instrument, but the welding rod.

"Did you forget to bring the welding rod?" I asked.

"No. . . I didn't forget," the electrician said, a little embarrassed.

"What's that?" I asked.

"No, it's all used up, and we can't buy it here," the welder said as he spread his hands.

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but I couldn't say anything. But fortunately, When I came to Yoshido, I accidentally brought a few welding rods. I don't know what I was thinking back then. Before I came to Gido, I bought some necessities from Kibi's store. I accidentally saw a welding bar, so I bought a few. I thought, These little things don't take up much space, so they might be useful. I didn't think that I would really be able to use them now.

"Wait, I'll be right there," I said to the welder.

I went into the room and found the welding rod. When I handed the welding rod to the welder, I saw that he was so surprised that his chin was about to fall off. Later, I told Brian about this piece of cotton, When Brian heard this, he laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe. It was said that after this, Brian only needed to mention me. . . He would tell this story, and say how amazing I am.

After the welding work is done, the painter won't be able to find me in a short period of time, so I will brush it myself. Fortunately, the paint could be bought locally. I used the paint to brush the flagpole from top to bottom three times before finally brushing it into a silver-gray color. I also changed to a new skateboard with a new flag rope. Like this, the flagpole immediately changed its appearance, looking brand new as before.

The flagpole is ready, the only thing left is to make the base. I originally wanted to pour the flagpole directly into the cement base. That would save me a lot of trouble. But there are good ones and bad ones, the good ones are strong. . . The bad thing was that if the flag rope broke, he would have to climb up to fix it. It was inconvenient. Thus, I changed the original design to a pole that can be separated from the base.

I showed the modified design blueprint to Brian and asked him to find me a construction team. Brian looked at the design, scratched his head and said, "I think this design is a bit complicated. "

"This design is a bit complicated," I said. According to my design, The base is 1 square meter, and the height is 66 centimeters. Half of it is exposed to the ground, and the other half is buried underground. There was a hole in the middle of the base, and the hole was neither too big nor too small. It just so happened that it could be inserted into the flagpole. On both sides of the hole, there were two iron plates that were 5 mm thick and 40 mm wide. Half of the iron plates were exposed. There were three small holes on the surface. The flagpole stood up and inserted itself into the hole in the base. It was stuck between two iron plates, and three small holes were also inserted into the corresponding area at the bottom of the flagpole. After the flagpole was erected, it was inserted into three small holes into a conch. After it was tightened and fixed, the flagpole stopped shaking. Like this, If the roller on the flagpole breaks, or the rope breaks, I can put the flagpole down and fix it more conveniently.

"I don't know if they can do it," Brian said awkwardly.

"You don't have to worry about that, you just call them over, and I'll explain it to them. They should be able to understand," I said.

"Okay, Boss, they won't be able to do it. Don't blame me, "Brian said.

"I won't blame you. I'm here," I said.

In the end, it took me a lot of effort to explain it to the contractor Brian had called over. The contractor brought a few workers and tried a few times before he finished building the cement base according to my design. In Jido, cement was also a shortage of supplies. I prepared for the rain. I gathered a batch of cement early on. Some were used to pave the road, while the rest were used to erect flags.

After the cement base was completed, there was only the last step, which was to erect the flagpole. I chose a good day, and let Brian find a crane.

On this day, the embassy was very lively. Brian came, The contractor brought three workers, and the last one was the crane. Blondie had never seen so many people at the embassy all of a sudden. He jumped around and barked at the people who came. When the crane came, The blondie was probably frightened by the crane formation and stopped running. He stopped shouting and laid far away in a corner of the yard. He drooped his ears and opened his mouth. He stuck out his tongue and stared at the crane.

I chose the flagpole in the middle of the courtyard, on the left is King Brown, and on the right is a coconut tree.

I commanded the crane to drive into the courtyard and park properly. Put the hook down. I ran over and checked the roller coaster and flag rope again. After that, I had the workers tie the rope to the top of a flagpole and hang the hook. Everything is ready, I made a gesture to the crane driver, and the crane driver began to hang. At the same time, The worker supported the lower half of the flagpole. The top of the flag pole slowly rose to a certain position. I command the workers to quickly insert the flagpole into the hole at the base.

After the flag pole was inserted into the hole in the base, I turned around and ordered the workers to straighten the flag pole. I also asked Brian to help me take a look.

"It's straight, boss," Brian stretched out his big thumb towards me.

"Okay, that's it. Now hurry up and screw it up, "I shouted loudly. The workers quickly stuffed the bolts that they had prepared beforehand into three holes, then tightened the cap.

I walked over, pushed the flagpole, and the flagpole didn't move at all.

"It's done, boss, it's too much," Brian took the lead and clapped. The foreman and his workers, as well as the driver and his assistant, also applauded.

"Thank you, everyone," I didn't applaud. I cupped my fists and expressed my gratitude to everyone. Then, I turned around and returned to the room. A flag was placed on the table in the living room. I prepared this beforehand. I raised the bright red flag with both hands and turned around to walk into the courtyard. I was a little excited, my hands were shaking, and my footsteps were a little unsteady.

I've waited for this day for a long time.

With both hands holding the bright red flag, I silently walked to the front of the flagpole. I don't know when, but blondie followed behind me.

I hung the flag into the hook that I had prepared beforehand on the rope. My hands were still shaking. I hung it a few times but didn't hang it in. Brian walked over and wanted to reach out to help me. I smiled at him and stopped him.

I finally hung up the hook. Now that everything was ready, all I could do was wait for the national song to start. I suddenly remembered that when I was in primary school, I was a school flag bearer. When the teacher announced, "Now sing the national anthem, raise the national flag," all the students in the school will sing the national anthem in unison. I will raise the national flag according to the rhythm of the song.

Right now, there are no teachers, no classmates, only me. Right, there is only me. There was also Brian at the scene, the local contractor and his workers, as well as the crane driver and his assistant, but I was the only one who had something to do with this flag.

I gripped the flag with both hands, took a deep breath, and began to sing the national anthem in a low voice. My hands followed the rhythm and pulled the flag, and the flag slowly rose.

I sang the national anthem, raised the flag, and stared at the flag. I raised my head higher and higher, and the flag rose to the top of the flagpole, fluttering in the sea breeze. My eyes were red, and tears flowed down from the corners of my eyes.