Chapter 151: Boyle

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I flipped through the clothes I was wearing, but fortunately my wallet was still there. After looking at the sun outside the window and estimating the time, he came to the washstand, ready to tidy up for himself.

"Huh?"

Boyle, who was looking in the mirror, couldn't help but frown because he had a reddish scratch on the left cheek.

"Damn, how did this happen yesterday."

Boyle, who doesn't remember last night's events, struggles to remember, trying to find some clues. But two minutes later, in vain, he turned on the faucet, washed himself first, and after taking off his wine-smelling clothes, Boyle took a quick shower.

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

"Good morning!"

After greeting the cleaning aunt, Boyle left the hotel where he was staying.

By the way, Boyle is from Sicily and is the third son in the family, his father is an authentic farmer, and the old Boyle has many sons, and the family is tight.

Originally, it was customary for Boyle, who was the third son, to be sent on a ship to the Americas. Buying him a ticket is the best that the old father can do.

However, Boyle, who was unwilling to share the fate of everyone else, did not want to try his luck in the Americas, so he persuaded his father to let him come to the north to break through.

The destination chosen by Boyle is Milan, which is one of the three major industrial cities in the north. It attracts young people like Boyle to come here and make a world.

And Boyle, who spent two days in Milan, found a very good interview opportunity to become an employee of the Milan thermal power station.

As the first batch of power stations of the State Grid Corporation, Milan and Genoa have the largest thermal power plants, both with an installed capacity of 120 kW, which is much stronger than the previous 10 kW Pavia hydropower plant.

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 with a capacity of up to 30KW, there would not be a thermal power plant with such a power generation scale.

Of course, the scale of a generator with such power is naturally not comparable to that of the previous generators, with a diameter of 3.5 meters, which is simply a behemoth compared to the previous generators.

To run such a generator, it would take a lot of manpower. And the power plant, a new thing, naturally attracted enough attention. Even Boyle, who came from Sicily, wanted to work in it.

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

Boyle left the inn, boarded a horse-drawn carriage, and drove to what is now the northern suburb of Monchi, which is also the industrial area of Milan, where the Milan thermal power plant was built to supply the nearby factories with electricity.

After arriving at Monchi, Boyle got out of the carriage and immediately rushed to the thermal power plant, where he had been here before, mainly to familiarize himself with the distance and to get to the thermal power plant as soon as possible.

He also knows that there will be a lot of people rushing for such a good job, so it is necessary to familiarize himself with the place in advance.

"Why so many people!"

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

However, he reacted quickly, and immediately chose a shorter long line to stand over, isn't it just a queue, he can do the same.

Looking at the end of the long line, Boyle saw a table there, and the people sitting behind it were constantly registering people. Basically, you can get one in about a minute, and it looks like it's fast.

However, although it went in quickly, the long queue did not have a tendency to shorten, but lengthened, because people kept coming, and they all came to apply. Boyle, on the other hand, followed the team slowly and squirmed, not in a hurry.

But he is not in a hurry, some people are in a hurry, this is not in a long queue to cause a commotion, some people want to cut the line, but others are unwilling to let it, causing a small commotion.

Soon the people who maintained the queue arrived, pulled the queue out, and disqualified them from applying. And such a punishment has calmed down the order of the team, and no one dares to mess around anymore.

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

The person registered in front of him asked without raising his head. "Name, age, home address, education, all report it."

In the face of inquiry, Boyle truthfully reported his situation. But when he heard that he was from Sicily, the person in charge of registration looked up at him. That's the only difference Boyle gets, and then he takes the registered information, crosses a small door, and continues inside under the guidance of the staff.

The process was quiet, except for the sound of footsteps and the sound of the staff.

Wait until

The early morning alarm made Boyle, who was still some drunk, leave the comfortable bed. Last night's victory march had left Boyle so drunk with a group of people he didn't know that he couldn't even remember how he had come back. I flipped through the clothes I was wearing, but fortunately my wallet was still there. After looking at the sun outside the window and estimating the time, he came to the washstand, ready to tidy up for himself.