The Sun Never Sets In Spain

There is more than one person who has a slight rejection of accelerated colonization like Campos, and the news of the recruitment of 2,000 people has stirred up a lot of discussion.

Not that they hated colonization itself, but that it was too expensive.

In these days, the colonization took several years or more than ten years, because it mainly depended on the people to go there consciously.

But they could only do what the king ordered, and relevant announcements soon appeared in newspapers in various cities.

Everyone who is willing to go to Equatorial Guinea is not only provided with a free ferry ticket, but also a rifle and 20 rounds of ammunition, and each person is provided with 300 pesetas of resettlement.

In addition, if interested, individuals can apply for a low-interest loan of up to 350 pesetas without collateral.

Such conditions are quite generous. For an ordinary worker in the city of Madrid, the salary for a day's work is about 3-4 than Seta, and the Italian is slightly lower.

This amount of money is equivalent to more than half a year of labor for an adult.

Not a huge amount of money, but not a small amount of money either.

Of course, given the current medical and health conditions, it is good luck that 5 out of 10 people who go to Equatorial Guinea survive.

This amount of money alone is obviously not enough for people to take risks, and additional conditions must be given.

…

Roberto Speranza is an Italian, a Neapolitan to be precise.

As usual, he woke up early at five in the morning.

At this time, the three roommates were still sleeping, and the snoring was echoing in the room.

"It's been 4 months..." Roberto muttered silently, feeling very emotional.

He had fled his country years ago to avoid the conscription of King Francesco.

He wasn't afraid to die, but he didn't want to waste his life in a pointless civil war.

After paying the black boat merchant the equivalent of 60 pesetas of lira, he was successfully taken to the shore near Valencia and swam ashore.

Later, there was an incident of arrest by the police. He hid in Tibet, but he was finally arrested because of language problems.

Fortunately, the police did not embarrass him. They not only gave him food to help him get through the most difficult years, but also gave him an identity card, which gave him the right to legally move around in Spain.

There are too many migrant workers on the east coast and there is too much competition, so he moved to the capital Madrid.

He originally planned to build a shed to sleep in the wild, but he did not expect that Madrid would provide accommodation for the homeless. Under the guidance of a kind person, he came to the Workers' Home to receive a house of his own.

It must be said that it was good luck. After him, the dormitory was officially sold out in less than a week, and the latecomers could only build their own sheds or sleep under the bridge holes.

…

When Roberto wakes up, he ignores the sleeping roommates around him. In his experience, they will wake up in half an hour.

The reason why he got up earlier than others is because he found a part-time job in the manure drying factory. Every morning, he waited for others to dump the manure water, instructed them to pour the excrement into the bucket, and then helped the staff of the manure drying factory to pack it. vehicle.

It's such a simple chore that brings him an extra 1 peseta per day.

Generally speaking, after finishing this part-time job, he can still go to the recruitment office to find a regular job as usual, and he will be delayed by an hour at most.

The only problem is that I can't eat breakfast...but it just saves me a meal.

"morning."

"Morning."

"…"

Along the way, many early risers greeted Robert. Some of them worked part-time in the cafeteria, while others were patrolling security guards. The common denominator was that they all knew him.

Not only because he is 26 years old and in his prime, but also because he is loyal and keeps his promises, and he is a leader among Italian migrant workers.

Otherwise, he would not be able to find a part-time job in this manure drying factory.

It takes more or less deterrence to restrain all kinds of people from dumping dung indiscriminately.

When everything was over and Robert hurried to the recruitment office, it was already 8 am.

Generally speaking, good jobs have been picked out at this time, but when Spaniards recruit Italians to work, they are usually used to finding a leader. Coupled with Robert's good physical fitness and popularity, they don't have to worry about finding a job.

Today, however, things have changed. When Robert came over, he saw a large crowd of people surrounded by one of the notice boards. The number of people was much larger than before.

"What kind of work is this so good?" Robert frowned, picking up his pace.

From his experience, this kind of thing happens, mostly because the pay is high and the requirements are high, which causes people not to participate nor to leave.

But today he wanted to fork, and before he got close, a teenager with black hair and chestnut eyes saw him, his eyes lit up and he shouted loudly.

"Robert, come and see the good stuff! The government is hiring!"

Hearing this, Robert kept walking even more and forced his way into the crowd.

Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes. The Italian workers tend to stick together. Even the Spaniards don’t want to provoke them. They were quickly squeezed out of the way by Robert.

"Ricardo, what is this?" Robert stood beside the boy who had spoken before, wondering.

He could see the complicated Spanish flag representing the government on the notice, and even if it was black and white, the castle and lion on it were still quite striking.

But he couldn't understand the specific content.

Currently, he can only complete daily communication in Spanish, and he is still at the level of writing his own name in writing.

Besides, he didn't know him even if he wrote it in Italian, and he didn't have much education in Naples at all.

"The government recruits people to develop Guinea, and the pay is quite generous!" The teenager who was called Ricardo was quite excited and responded loudly.

Then, without waiting for Robert to continue to ask, he repeated the content of the reward that the announcer had read.

"...Equatorial Guinea...where is this place?" Robert asked blankly.

"In Africa, according to the government official just now, it is a warm climate, rich in gold and a good place for trees." Ricardo longed.

"Africa!? Isn't there cannibals and diseases everywhere?" Robert was taken aback. Even someone like him who didn't have much knowledge knew that people who went to Africa would never come back.

"No, no, the government said that there were already a lot of people there before, and we just went there to pick up ready-made goods.

And as long as we can open up farmland and manor there, it is directly counted as ours, Robert, we can also be big landlords! "

"Crack!" Robert slapped Ricardo directly on the head: "If it's so good, why did it get us? Give us so much money? Those government officials are the most deceptive."

"No..." When Ricardo was still arguing, Robert pressed him down: "Look for a job first! If you don't look for a meal, you won't be able to eat today, and I won't lend you any more money!"