My Italian

Located on Cummins Street in Prague, it is nominally a street, but the narrow road can only pass a horse-drawn carriage, the street lights that cannot be illuminated, the **** on the ground and the homeless lying everywhere on the street are telling the world that this is what it is Better than the slums.

Also here, there are very few shops, except for a few grocery stores and cheap clothes stores, and there are unbearable bars in poor conditions.

In the evening and dusk, the people returning home went home like migratory birds, and Mr. Stella, like the crowd, was walking on the way home.

"Hello, Mr. Tesla."

"Hello, Mr. Ankos, I wish you a great business today."

Tesla greeted the people he knew all the way, and walked all the way home. On the way, someone gave him a small gift, but he politely declined it.

Tesla is also a famous person here. Although he moved recently, he still stands out because he is the only university student living here and a student of Charles University, the first university in Central Europe. Although he is only an auditor, he is still so unattainable to the bottom people living here. So every time he goes home, he will get everyone's kindness, and he has successfully become the most hated person by the children here.

Speaking of which, Tesla is lucky to live here. He used to live in a better place than here, but unfortunately he was thieves. After being looted, Tesla could only move here.

Although the living environment here is poor, the people are not bad, so he still lives in the habit.

Came to the building where he lived, opened the apartment door and checked the mailbox to see if there was any letter from his own, Tesla went upstairs, but the occasional creaking sound from the corridor floor made Tesla feel that maybe he should stop. Talk to the landlady, this corridor should be repaired.

"Crench."

Tesla opened his door, and the room was unobstructed. Like most bachelors, Tesla's room was messy, littered everywhere, some smelly bed sheets, and a messy desktop. .

He casually threw the book in his hand on the bed, and Tesla rested on the only chair. Although he is a little hungry now, he intends to wait and see if Mrs. Clotte downstairs will bring a small gift. He likes the cakes made by this lady the most, they are so delicious.

Well, let's not pretend. The real reason is that Tesla is running out of money. He must save money. At present, he can't keep three meals a day unless he stops continuing to be an auditor. However, this is unacceptable to Tesla, so it can only find a way from other aspects.

The current embarrassment made Tesla feel a little regretful in his heart. If he knew that he would be so embarrassed for money, he should have agreed to the Italian's conditions. Maybe the other party is not a liar.

Tesla was thinking about it when suddenly there was a sound of footsteps outside. The wooden corridor is like this. A little movement can be heard in the room. Tesla has been here for so long and has long been familiar with it. As soon as he heard it, he knew that it was the sound of hard leather shoes, and the footsteps became louder and louder, and stopped when he reached his door.

"Tattoo~"

There was a knock on the door, which made Tesla very surprised. He didn't have many friends in Prague. Who would come to him?

Tesla opened the door, and a man in a dress and hat appeared in front of him.

"Hello Mr. Tesla, we met again. You are so hard to find here."

The visitor took off his top hat, and Tesla recognized the visitor. This was the visitor from Italy.

Seeing Domingo in front of him, Tesla asked curiously. "Hello, Mr. Domingo, what's the matter with me this time?"

"Can you invite us in?"

Following Domingo's words, Tesla discovered that on both sides of the door, there were also two capable men in the same dress.

Thinking that he has nothing to be missed, Tesla let the door open. "Then please come in."

As the three walked in, seeing that there was not even a place to sit in Tesla's room, they couldn't help frowning.

"Mr. Tesla, you live really simple."

"Cough~, I haven't cleaned it for a long time. It does look a little messy."

Domingo, who was the leader, didn't care about that either. It's fine to just stand like this. In order to find His Majesty's name, Mr. Tesla, Domingo found it after another hard search. Thinking of the task that Carlo explained, Domingo did not dare to neglect, and immediately explained his purpose.

"Mr. Tesla, this time we are here for one thing, and that is to invite your Excellency to Italy. This is a handwritten letter to you from His Majesty Carlo. The reasons are written in the letter."

Immediately, Domingo took out Carlo's handwritten letter and gave it to Tesla. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

Tesla glanced at the pattern on the letter, took it apart and looked at it. This is an invitation letter. In the letter, Carlo stated that he planned to build a large electrical research center and invited Tesla to come to work. In the letter, Carlo also promised to give a high salary of no less than 2,000 lire per month. .

This kind of promise and treatment made Tesla's heart move. Although he didn't understand why His Majesty Carlo in Italy valued him so much, and the two had never met each other, the recent experience made him feel uneasy about knowing a friend of the king. have a good understanding.

However, although Tesla has agreed in his heart, he can't be too obvious in face, after all, he still wants some skin. So after reading the letter, Carlo said.

"I'm very grateful to His Majesty Carlo for taking a fancy to me. I'm very honored for this..."

As soon as Tesla opened his mouth, Domingo's expression changed a bit, because he had heard this before, and it seemed that Tesla wanted to reject His Majesty's kindness again, but fortunately he was prepared.

I saw Domingo make a gesture with Tesla on his back, and the two capable men behind him immediately rushed up. Throwing Tesla, who was about to say that he had decided to accept the invitation, fell to the ground. Then, before he could speak, a man covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief with a pungent smell, and Tesla passed out within two minutes. The only thought he had before he fell into a coma was that he was fooled. These people were not liars but kidnappers.

The three people who had done all this immediately packed the Tesla in a bag, carried it to the carriage waiting outside the door, and walked away.

No one was disturbed along the way, only Domingo sent a telegram at the post office with a password, which translated as: Your Majesty, Tras has been arrested.

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