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The early morning alarm made Boyle, who was still a little drunk, leave his comfortable bed. Last night's victory parade made Boyle so drunk with a group of unknown people that he couldn't even remember how he got back.
Not clear.
He looked through his clothes, but luckily he still had his wallet. After looking at the sun outside the window and estimating the time, he came to the sink, ready to tidy up himself.
"Huh?"
Boyle couldn't help but frown when he looked in the mirror, because he had a red scratch on his left cheek.
"Damn it, how could this happen yesterday?"
Boyle, who couldn't remember what happened last night, tried to think back and tried to find some clues. But after two minutes, in vain, he turned on the faucet, washed himself first, and then took off his clothes that smelled of alcohol.
, Boyle took a quick bath.
After changing his clothes and feeling much refreshed, he opened the door and walked out.
"Good morning!"
"Good morning!"
After greeting the cleaning lady, 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, Boyle, is an authentic farmer. Boyle, who has many children, lives in a tight family.
Originally, according to convention, Boyle, as the third son, would be sent on a ship to America. Buying him a ship ticket was the best the old father could do.
However, Boyle was unwilling to suffer the same fate as others and did not want to try his luck in America. He persuaded his father to let him come to the north to try his luck.
Boyle's chosen destination is Milan. As one of the three major industrial cities in the north, Milan is attractive enough to attract young people like Boyle to come here to make a career.
Boyle, who stayed in Milan for two days, found a very good interview opportunity and might become an employee of the Milan Thermal Power Station.
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, with their installed capacity reaching 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 he had not come up with a new large-scale generator up to 30kw, there would not be a thermal power plant with such a scale of power generation.
Of course, the scale of a generator with such power is not comparable to that of previous generators. Its diameter reaches 3.5 meters, which is simply a giant compared to previous generators.
To run such a generator requires a lot of manpower. The novelty of the power plant naturally attracted enough attention. Even Boyle from Sicily wanted to work in it.
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Of course, the salary offered is also one of the important reasons. You must know that the salary offered by thermal power plants is 20% higher than that of other jobs. This naturally requires a lot of people's attention.
Boyle left the hotel, took a public carriage and rushed to Monchi, now the northern suburbs. This is also the industrial area of Milan. In order to provide power to these factories nearby, Milan's thermal power plant was also built here.
After arriving at Monchi, Boyle got off the carriage and immediately rushed to the thermal power plant. He had been here before, mainly to familiarize himself with the distance so that he could get to the thermal power plant as soon as possible.
He also knows that there will be many people competing for such a good job, so it is necessary to familiarize yourself with the place in advance.
"Why are there 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 reacted quickly. He just sighed and immediately chose a shorter queue and stood in it. It was just a queue, he could do it.
Looking at the end of the long queue, Boyle saw a table there, and the people sitting behind the table were constantly registering people. Basically, one could get in in about a minute, which seemed to go very quickly.
However, although he entered quickly, the long queue did not shorten, but lengthened, because people kept coming, and they were all here to apply for jobs. Boyle, on the other hand, slowly followed the queue and was not in a hurry.
But he was not in a hurry, and some people were. This caused a commotion in a long queue. Some people wanted to jump in line, but others were unwilling to let go, which caused a small commotion.
Soon the people who maintained the team came and pulled out those who jumped in line and disqualified them from applying for the job. This punishment calmed the order of the team and no one dared to mess around anymore.
After about an hour, it was finally Boyle's turn.
The person registering in front of me asked without raising his head. "Please provide your name, age, home address, and educational background."
When asked, Boyle reported his situation truthfully. However, when he heard that he was from Sicily, the person in charge of registration looked up at him. This was the only difference Boyle got, and then he took
With the registered information, you cross a small door and continue walking inside under the guidance of the staff.
The process was very quiet, with only the sounds of footsteps and the voices of the staff.
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The early morning alarm made Boyle, who was still a little drunk, leave his comfortable bed. Last night's victory parade made Boyle so drunk with a group of unknown people that he couldn't even remember how he got back.
He was confused. He looked through his clothes, but luckily he still had his wallet. He looked at the sun outside the window, and after estimating the time, he came to the sink, ready to tidy up himself.
"Huh?"
Boyle couldn't help but frown when he looked in the mirror, because he had a red scratch on his left cheek.
"Damn it, how could this happen yesterday?"
Boyle, who couldn't remember what happened last night, tried to think back and tried to find some clues. But after two minutes, in vain, he turned on the faucet, washed himself first, and then took off his clothes that smelled of alcohol.
, Boyle took a quick bath.
After changing his clothes and feeling much refreshed, he opened the door and walked out.
"Good morning!"
"Good morning!"
After greeting the cleaning lady, 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, Boyle, is an authentic farmer. Boyle, who has many children, lives in a tight family.
One more thing, Boyle is from Sicily and is the third son in the family. His father, Boyle, is an authentic farmer. Boyle, who has many children, lives in a tight family.
