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"Thank you so much for your help today, John."

Milan Police Commissioner Francisco Pinto warmly slung an arm around Huang John's shoulders and said, "You're teaching them Chinese, which will save us quite a bit of funding."

Italian police had begun taking Chinese lessons many years ago.

Especially since Pinto had previously been in charge of Sempione, the Chinese district.

"It's nothing much."

Huang John said with a smile.

He was one of the better students in the family.

Huang Kaiwen had asked him to come help this time.

"At the very least, it'll save the taxpayers a lot of money."

Pinto said with a smile.

Huang John smiled as well.

It would not be bad if the money saved could be absorbed internally.

Italian police officers were not paid all that well. In smaller southern cities, their hourly wage was only around twenty euros, roughly fifteen after tax. Milan naturally paid more, but it was neither particularly high nor particularly low.

Besides, Italian police officers generally only needed a high school diploma. They did not require such advanced education.

It was just a job, without much sense of mission.

In that regard, most of Europe fell short of China.

"This afternoon happens to be the public open day. Would you like to come take a look with us?"

Pinto asked with a smile.

"Sure."

Huang John nodded.

He did not need to train today, and he did not want to go home either.

If he went home, Harry, that clingy pest, would drag him into explaining problems again.

Huang John ate a staff meal at the police station with Pinto, and the two had a pleasant conversation.

Although Italy had declined, its benefits for young people were still quite good.

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