My Italy

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.

I looked through the clothes I was wearing, but luckily I still had my wallet. After looking at the sun outside the window and estimating the time, he came to the sink and prepared to clean himself up.

"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 try to find some clues. But two minutes later, in vain, he turned on the faucet and washed himself first. After taking off his clothes that smelled of alcohol, Boyle took a quick shower.

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 boat ticket is the best the old father can do.

However, Boyle, who was not willing to suffer the same fate as others, 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 at his feet. As one of the three major industrial cities in the north, Milan is attractive enough. It attracts young people like Boyle to come here to make a new 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 power stations of the State Grid Corporation of China, Milan and Genoa have the largest thermal power plants. Both 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 he hadn't come up with a new large-scale generator of 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. And a new thing like a power plant naturally attracted enough attention. Even Boyle, who came from Sicily, wanted to work in it.

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 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 knew that there would be many people competing for such a good job, so it was necessary to familiarize himself 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 you can get in one in about a minute, it seems very fast.

However, despite getting in quickly, the long queue did not shorten, but rather lengthened, because people kept coming, and they were all here to apply for jobs. Boyle, on the other hand, squirmed slowly with the team and was not in a hurry.

But he was not in a hurry, and some people were, which caused a commotion in a long queue. Some people wanted to jump in line, but others were unwilling to give in, causing a small commotion.

Soon the people maintaining the queue came and pulled out those who jumped in line and disqualified them from applying for the job. And this kind of punishment calmed the order of the team, and no one dared to mess up 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 education."

When asked, Boyle truthfully reported his situation. But 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. Then he took the registered information, crossed a small door, and continued to walk inside under the guidance of the staff.

The process was very quiet, with only the sounds of footsteps and staff.

Not long after walking, a staff member guided him to a room, which was divided into small compartments. Each compartment contained a staff member and a stool, and Boyle was directed to the same room. in a small cubicle.

"Please take a seat."

Inside, a staff member in his thirties took his materials and asked him to sit on a stool.

Boyle, who sat down, felt a little anxious and uneasy, mainly because he had never seen such a scene before. Although he had looked for a job before, this was the first time he had seen such an application process. In fact, he was not the only one. Most of the people who came to apply this time had never seen such a streamlined recruitment scene.

The staff he faced were obviously used to it. He smiled and asked Boyle. "Why do you want to work in a thermal power plant?"

"Because the wages here are high."

The words that came out of his mouth made Boyle feel a little ashamed.

"Don't be nervous, this is normal."

Seeing that Boyle was a little ashamed, the recruiter in charge of questioning smiled and defended him.

"Then tell me what your specialties are, are they worthy of our attention?"

Facing this question, Boyle was a little confused.

What's his specialty?

It doesn’t matter if you are very good at climbing mountains and trees, you can also go into the sea.

Of course it was impossible for him to say this, but what was his specialty? Because his family was poor, he had no education except the primary school in the town.

Boyle, who was a little anxious, thought about it and finally said something. "I learn things quickly. When I was a child in our village, everyone praised me for learning things quickly."

Faced with Boyle's funny words, the recruiter smiled and said nothing. Then he was asked a few more questions, and Boyle answered them truthfully.

"Okay, the inquiry is over. In the next three days, we will post the names of the recruited people on the wall outside. If you see your name then, congratulations on your acceptance."

Following the recruiter's words, Boyle stood up and started.

But he didn't know that after he left, his information and evaluation sheet were casually placed in a corner. From the evaluation sheet with a small part exposed, we can see that the evaluation it received was very unsatisfactory.

The day's recruitment was very tiring. When it was over, several recruiters packed up the registered information. The recruiter who had spoken to Boyle before was also picking up the pieces.

"Wow"

As he was not careful, the documents he had sorted out were immediately taken down and spread all over the floor. More importantly, several documents that were not firmly attached were separated. This would be troublesome. If he knew that he also had a boss, it would lower his image in his eyes.

"This is bad."

The person in charge of recruiting knew that he was in trouble, but it didn't matter and he could still make up for it. He looked around and immediately picked up all the information. It would be correct to have an evaluation form for each information. For your own sake, you can only mess with things.

As for whether there is a mistake, it just depends on fate.

So a highly rated evaluation form was posted behind Boyle's information.