My Italian Chapter 2

Although watching Maid Nia's cleaning is pleasing to the eye, it's not good to watch too much, it will cause his heartbeat to speed up and his breathing to speed up, a little bit like a nosebleed.

Sometimes I think that nylon was not invented in this era, why does it have such a great charm to make you lose?

Forget it, I don't want so much, let's go to another place to calm down and talk about it.

Carlo, who was forced to leave his room, planned to find his brother to play chess.

Forgot to say one more thing, Carlo's younger brother, Prince Vittorio, is two years younger than him, and he is currently in a state of rebelliousness. Carlo, who has come here, naturally understands this very well. In response to Vittorio, who gradually diffused his breath, Carlo was almost at his fingertips.

Sure enough, Carlo's arrival was warmly welcomed by his younger brother.

"Carlo, it's you."

Vittorio, who couldn't cover his green breath, greeted his brother cordially. However, his eyes full of fighting spirit did not reveal much affection. This is not to blame for Vittorio, whoever takes his pocket money one after another is the same, although he took it out himself, how could he be willing.

That's right, Carlo even lied to his younger brother for pocket money. But it's not his fault. Who made his younger brother Vittorio a little rich. At that time, he was fascinated by money, and he couldn't help turning it into his own hands. Although he regretted it later, he couldn't help it later. several times.

In fact, this can't be blamed entirely on him. Vittorio has 20,000 liras of pocket money every month. In addition, he currently spends less money, so naturally he has accumulated a lot of money, and Carlo happens to have a plan to spend money. Naturally, he put his idea on his lovely younger brother.

"Vittorio, did you miss me?"

Carlo went up to kill with a head touch, completely ignoring the anger in Victor's eyes.

"You are not allowed to touch my head again."

"Okay, I won't touch it anymore."

Looking at Vittorio who was about to explode, Carlo put down his hand with a triumphant smile, which naturally caused Vittorio's anger to skyrocket.

Once this person's anger and rationality plummet, and taking advantage of this moment, Carlo naturally strikes while the iron is hot.

"Why don't we have a game, the kind with a lot of money."

"Come on."

In the face of Carlo's appointment, Vittorio responded without hesitation.

After a while, Carlo left with a triumphant smile, leaving only a frustrated expression on his younger brother's face.

Carlo was very satisfied when he put the trophies he won back into his small vault and looked at the neatly coded banknotes. Now the first fund needed by the plan is enough. As long as the results are achieved, people can see the benefits, and then the follow-up funds will be easy to handle.

Today is really a perfect day. With such a good mood, Carlo waited until the arrival of a news, which immediately made his mood not perfect.

"You said Tesla didn't want to come to Italy?"

Looking at Carlo's disbelieving expression, Domingo, the new confidant servant, could only bite the bullet and nodded.

Now it's hard to do.

That's right, this news disrupted Carlo's plan. Tesla was a key figure in his plan, and for the inventor of alternating current, Caro never thought that he would have a reason for refusing it.

Yes, what Carlo wants to do is electrification, and Tesla is its core figure. The second industrial revolution is very important for Italy, and this is also one of the few opportunities for Italy to overtake on the corners.

And Domingo actually brought him such news, being smashed at him with the water glass in his hand on the spot was considered a good accomplishment by Carlo.

Seeing Carlo's expression of wanting to eat people, Domingo felt a little regretful. This is not to regret the next task, but to regret not kneeling down and begging the Mr. Tesla. He never thought that the other party would be so valued by the prince. And the experience I learned before did not find anything unique about this man, which made the prince so valued.

But now the medicine for regret cannot be bought, so I can only wait for His Highness's punishment.

Looking at Domingo, who looked like a dead father and mother, Carlock restrained his impulse, calmed down and asked.

"Then tell me how this Tesla rejected you."

Carlo is now full of questions about why Tesla refused, so he wants to know the reason.

"His Royal Highness, this Mr. Tesla couldn't believe it when he heard that His Highness invited him to come to Italy to serve as the director of the Electric Power Research Institute. He said that he was not knowledgeable enough to undertake such an important task, so he planned to study for a while and then come back. "

Hearing Domingo's explanation, Carlo didn't know what to say.

But since Tesla has now refused, he needs a new candidate. It's just that this thing is not like Chinese cabbage, and he can choose it as he wants. Although Carlo knows alternating current, alternating current is just a noun here, and he does not have the ability to actually manufacture it.

And he didn't know that he would travel through time, and he didn't prepare all kinds of materials.

So now that he is blind, what should he do with the Electric Power Research Institute he prepared?

Thinking of this, the money I took from my brother today is not good, what should I do next?

Carlo, who was full of thoughts, sent away the frustrated Domingo. He thought about it all afternoon and didn't understand it. Even the little maid was not good. With this in mind, he waited until dinner came.

In the teachings of Christ, the supper is sacred, and **** ascended to heaven after eating the last supper. Therefore, the emphasis on dinner in Europe can be seen in general, as the Italian royal family is no exception.

When dinner came, the family sat neatly at the dining table. The servants served a sumptuous dinner, and his father, Umberto I, sat in the main seat, but from his slightly tired eyes, it could be seen that he was not too tired recently.

There is no way. After all, he has only been on the throne for a year, and there are many government affairs that need to be handled by him. It is normal for him to be in a hurry at the beginning.

Sitting next to him is his mother, Queen Margherita. The two people's years of life have already smoothed out their passion. It is impossible to respect each other as guests, but they have not reached the point of inexorable friendship. It is between the two.

Down below are the two princes, Carlo and Vittorio. Although Carlo was devastated by Tesla's rejection, how could he show it at such a time? Of course he had a very happy expression.

However, compared with Carlo, Vittorio was far behind. I saw him staring at Carlo with a bitter expression. Facing his younger brother who couldn't cultivate at home, Carlo couldn't help but tease him with his eyes again, just to vent his depressed mood today.

"Why are you looking at me?"

"Give me the money back!"

"Why pay back if you win by your ability?"

"You still haven't paid it back?"

"Don't think about it."

"Wait for me!"

Away from the two princes who exchanged eye contact, next are the two younger sisters, Princess Yolanda and Princess Mafalda. However, compared with the two princes who had "kindly communicated", theirs were much simpler, and they were sitting quietly on the chair with wide-eyed eyes waiting to eat.

Taking advantage of the time before dinner, Umberto, the father, said. "I'm going to visit Sicily next, Carlo and Vittorio, you have to listen to your mother and don't be a fool."

Obviously, the eye contact between the two made my father find out.

"Umberto, are you going to visit Sicily?"

Before the two could answer, Queen Margherita, who was his wife, spoke up.

"Yes, this is the common idea of ​​the Prime Minister and I. At present, the whole country has not been to Sicily and Sardinia. I can't favor one over the other."

Facing his wife's question, his father Umberto had a hint of apology in his tone. Over the past year, he has spent too much time on military and political affairs, and in order to better understand the actual situation in various places, he has even inspected everywhere, leaving much less time for his family.

"Father, how long do you need to inspect this time?"

Brother Vittorio couldn't help but interject at this moment.

"It will take about ten days."

Father Umberto's words brought a different look in Vittorio's eyes.

"Vittorio, don't hear anything bad about you when I come back."

After being noticed by his father on the spot, a warning immediately made his thoughts disappear.

Seeing that his younger brother was reprimanded, Carlo hurried forward and added a sentence. "Don't worry, father, I will watch my brother."

"Well, very good, Carlo."

Carlo's words successfully attracted his father's attention.

But this made Vittorio's flames rise again, for which he glared at Carlo in secret.

Carlo, who was in a better mood, certainly wouldn't take it to heart, as he didn't give the little boy the general knowledge.

This is where the life-filled dinner begins.

The next day, my father left Rome for Sicily under the protection of the captain of the guard Filimic.

Chapter end