My Italian

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The early morning alarm made Boyle, who was still drunk, get out of his comfortable bed. Last night's victory parade left Boyle so drunk with a bunch of people he didn't know that he couldn't even remember how he got back.

I flipped through the clothes I was wearing, but luckily my wallet was still there. Looking at the sun outside the window, after estimating the time, he came to the sink, ready to do a big tidying up for himself.

"what?"

Boyle, looking in the mirror, couldn't help frowning because he had a reddish scratch on his left cheek.

"Damn, why did this happen yesterday."

Boyle, who couldn't remember what happened last night, tried to think about it, trying to find some clues. But two minutes later, in vain, he turned on the faucet and cleaned what he was talking about. After taking off the alcohol-smelling clothes, Boyle took a quick shower.

After changing his clothes, he felt more refreshed, opened the door and walked out.

"Good morning!"

"Good morning!"

After saying hello to the cleaning aunt, Boyle left the hotel where he was staying.

One more thing, Boyle is from Sicily and is the third son in the family. His father, the old Boyle, is an authentic farmer.

Originally, Boyle, the third son, was sent on a ship to America. Buying a ticket for him means that the old father can do his best.

However, Boyle, who was not reconciled to the same fate as others, did not want to go to America to try his luck. He persuaded his father to let him come to the north.

Boyle's chosen destination is Milan at his feet. As the three major industrial cities in the north, Milan is attractive enough. It attracts young people like Boyle to come here and break into the world.

And Boyle, who stayed in Milan for two days, found a very good interview opportunity and might become an employee of the Milan Thermal Power Plant.

As the first batch of power stations of the State Grid Corporation of China, the thermal power plants in Milan and Genoa are the largest, both of which have an installed capacity of 120KW, which is much stronger than the previous 10KW Pavia Hydropower Station.

Of course, this is also thanks to Mr. Tesla, the chief scientist of Westinghouse Electric. If it were not for this new large-scale generator of up to 30KW, there would not be a thermal power plant with such a power generation scale.

Of course, with such a power generator, its scale is naturally not comparable to the previous generator. Its diameter reaches 3.5 meters. Compared with the previous generator, it is simply a behemoth.

To run such a generator, it requires a lot of manpower. And the new thing like the power plant naturally attracted enough attention. Not even Boyle, who came from Sicily, wanted to work in it.

Of course, the salary it gives is also one of the important reasons. It is necessary to know that the salary offered by thermal power plants is 20% higher than that of other jobs, which naturally requires many people's attention.

Boyle left the hotel, took a public carriage, and rushed to Monchi, which is now in the northern suburbs, which is also an industrial area in Milan. In order to provide electricity to these factories nearby, Milan's thermal power plant was also built here.

After arriving at Munch, Boyle got off the carriage and immediately rushed to the thermal power plant. He had been here before, mainly to familiarize himself with the journey so that he could get to the thermal power plant as soon as possible.

He also knew that there would be many people grabbing such a good job, so it was necessary to familiarize yourself with the place in advance.

"Why so many people!"

Boyle, who rushed to the thermal power plant, couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw the long queue outside.

However, he responded very quickly. He only sighed, and immediately chose a shorter long dragon to stand over. Isn't it just queuing, he can do the same.

Looking at the end of the long dragon, Boyle saw that there was a table there, and the people behind the table were constantly registering people. Basically, one can go in in about a minute, and it seems to be very fast.

However, although the entry was fast, the long dragon did not tend to shorten, but instead lengthened, because people kept coming, and they all came to apply. Boyle, on the other hand, followed the team slowly and was not in a hurry.

But he is not in a hurry, some people are in a hurry, this caused a commotion without a long queue, some people wanted to cut in the queue, but others were unwilling to let it, causing a small commotion.

Soon the person who maintained the team came, pulled out the queue jumper, and disqualified him from applying. And this kind of punishment calmed down the order of the team, and no one dared to mess up again.

After about an hour, it was finally Boyle's turn.

The person who registered in front of him asked without raising his head. "Name, age, home address, educational background, report them all."

In the face of inquiries, Boyle reported his situation truthfully. But when he heard that he was from Sicily, the person in charge of the registration looked up at him. This is the only difference Boyle got. Then he took the registered information, crossed a small door, and continued to walk inside under the guidance of the staff.

The process is very quiet, only footsteps and the voice of the staff.

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The early morning alarm made Boyle, who was still drunk, get out of his comfortable bed. Last night's victory parade left Boyle so drunk with a bunch of people he didn't know that he couldn't even remember how he got back. I flipped through the clothes I was wearing, but luckily my wallet was still there. Looking at the sun outside the window, after estimating the time, he came to the sink, ready to do a big tidying up for himself.

"what?"

Boyle, who was looking in the mirror, couldn't help frowning because he had a red scratch on his left cheek.

"Damn, why did this happen yesterday."

Boyle, who couldn't remember what happened last night, tried to think about it, trying to find some clues. But two minutes later, in vain, he turned on the faucet and cleaned what he was talking about. After taking off the alcohol-smelling clothes, Boyle took a quick shower.

After changing his clothes, he felt more refreshed, opened the door and walked out.

"Good morning!"

"Good morning!"

After saying hello to the cleaning aunt, Boyle left the hotel where he was staying.

One more thing, Boyle is from Sicily and is the third son in the family. His father, the old Boyle, is an authentic farmer.

One more thing, Boyle is from Sicily and is the third son in the family. His father, the old Boyle, is an authentic farmer.