富爸爸、穷爸爸(英文版)-第6章

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half。　Cautiously；　I　pulled　up　the　top　half　of　the　plaster　mold　and　a　lead　nickel　fell　out。〃
〃Oh；　my　God！〃　my　dad　said。　〃You're　casting　nickels　out　of　lead。〃
〃That's　right；〃　Mike　said。　〃We　doing　as　you　told　us　to　do。　We're　making　money。〃
My　dad's　friend　turned　and　burst　into　laughter。　My　dad　smiled　and　shook　his　head。　Along　with　a　fire　and　a　box　of　spent　toothpaste　tubes；　in　front　of　him　were　two　little　boys　covered　with　white　dust　and　smiling　from　ear　to　ear。
He　asked　us　to　put　everything　down　and　sit　with　him　on　the　front　step　of　our　house。　With　a　smile；　he　gently　explained　what　the　word　〃counterfeiting〃　meant。
Our　dreams　were　dashed。　〃You　mean　this　is　illegal？〃　asked　Mike　in　a
quivering　voice。
〃Let　them　go；〃　my　dad's　friend　said。　〃They　might　be　developing　a　natural　talent。〃
My　dad　glared　at　him。
〃Yes；　it　is　illegal；〃　my　dad　said　gently。　〃But　you　boys　have　shown　great　creativity　and　original　thought。　Keep　going。　I'm　really　proud　of　you！〃
Disappointed；　Mike　and　I　sat　in　silence　for　about　twenty　minutes　before　we　began　cleaning　up　our　mess。　The　business　was　over　on　opening　day。　Sweeping　the　powder　up；　I　looked　at　Mike　and　said；　〃I　guess　Jimmy　and　his　friends　are　right。　We　are　poor。〃
My　father　was　just　leaving　as　I　said　that。　〃Boys；〃　he　said。　〃You're　only　poor　if　you　give　up。　The　most　important　thing　is　that　you　did　something。　Most　people　only　talk　and　dream　of　getting　rich。　You've　done　something。　I'm　very　proud　of　the　two　of　you。　I　will　say　it　again。
Keep　going。　Don't　quit。〃
Mike　and　I　stood　there　in　silence。　They　were　nice　words；　but　we　still　did　not　know　what　to　do。
〃So　how　come　you're　not　rich；　dad？〃　I　asked。
〃Because　I　chose　to　be　a　schoolteacher。　Schoolteachers　really　don't　think　about　being　rich。　We　just　like　to　teach。　I　wish　I　could　help　you；　but　I　really　don't　know　how　to　make　money。〃
Mike　and　I　turned　and　continued　our　clean　up。
〃I　know；〃　said　my　dad。　〃If　you　boys　want　to　learn　how　to　be　rich；　don't　ask　me。　Talk　to　your　dad；　Mike。〃
〃My　dad？〃　asked　Mike　with　a　scrunched　up　face。
〃Yeah；　your　dad；〃　repeated　my　dad　with　a　smile。　〃Your　dad　and　I　have　the　same　banker；　and　he　raves　about　your　father。　He's　told　me　several　times　that　your　father　is　brilliant　when　it　comes　to　making　money。〃
〃My　dad？〃　Mike　asked　again　in　disbelief。　〃Then　how　come　we　don't　have　a　nice　car　and　a　nice　house　like　the　rich　kids　at　school？〃
〃A　nice　car　and　a　nice　house　does　not　necessarily　mean　you're　rich　or　you　know　how　to　make　money；〃　my　dad　replied。　〃Jimmy's　dad　works　for　the　sugar　plantation。　He's　not　much　different　from　me。　He　works　for　a　company；　and　I　work　for　the　government。　The　company　buys　the　car　for　him。　The　sugar　company　is　in　financial　trouble；　and　Jimmy's　dad　may　soon　have　nothing。　Your　dad　is　different　Mike。　He　seems　to　be　building　an　empire；　and　I　suspect　in　a　few　years　he　will　be　a　very　rich　man。〃
With　that；　Mike　and　I　got　excited　again。　With　new　vigor；　we　began　cleaning　up　the　mess　caused　by　our　now　defunct　first　business。　As　we　were　cleaning；　we　made　plans　on　how　and　when　to　talk　to　Mike's　dad。　The　problem　was　that　Mike's　dad　worked　long　hours　and　often　did　not　come　home　until　late。　His　father　owned　warehouses；　a　construction　company；　a　chain　of　stores；　and　three　restaurants。　It　was　the　restaurants　that　kept　him　out　late。
Mike　caught　the　bus　home　after　we　had　finished　cleaning　up。　He　was　going　to　talk　to　his　dad　when　he　got　home　that　night　and　ask　him　if　he　would　teach　us　how　to　become　rich。　Mike　promised　to　call　as　soon　as　he　had　talked　to　his　dad；　even　if　it　was　late。
The　phone　rang　at　8：30　p。m。
〃OK；〃　I　said。　〃Next　Saturday。〃　And　put　the　phone　down。　Mike's　dad　had　agreed　to　meet　with　Mike　and　me。
At　7：30　Saturday　morning；　I　caught　the　bus　to　the　poor　side　of　town。
The　Lessons　Begin：

〃I'll　pay　you　10　cents　an　hour。　〃
Even　by　1956　pay　standards；　10　cents　an　hour　was　low。
Michael　and　I　met　with　his　dad　that　morning　at　8　o'clock。　He　was　already　busy　and　had　been　at　work　for　more　than　an　hour。　His　construction　supervisor　was　just　leaving　in　his　pickup　truck　as　I　walked　up　to　his　simple；　small　and　tidy　home。　Mike　met　me　at　the　door。
〃Dad's　on　the　phone；　and　he　said　to　wait　on　the　back　porch；〃　Mike　said　as　he　opened　the　door。
The　old　wooden　floor　creaked　as　I　steppedacross　the　threshold　of　this　aging　house。　There　was　a　cheap　mat　just　inside　the　door。　The　mat　was　there　to　hide　the　years　of　wear　from　countless　footsteps　that　the　floor　had　supported。　Although　clean；　it　needed　to　be　replaced。
I　felt　claustrophobic　as　I　entered　the　narrow　living　room；　which　was　filled　with　old　musty　overstuffed　furniture　that　today　would　be　collector's　items。　Sitting　on　the　couch　were　two　women；　a　little　older　than　my　mom。　Across　from　the　women　sat　a　man　in　workman's　clothes。　He　wore　khaki　slacks　and　a　khaki　shirt；　neatly　pressed　but　without　starch；　and　polished　work　books。　He　was　about　10　years　older　than　my　dad；　I'd　say　about　45　years　old。　They　smiled　as　Mike　and　I　walked　past　them；　heading　for　the　kitchen；　which　lead　to　the　porch　that　overlooked　the　back　yard。　I　smiled　back　shyly。
〃Who　are　those　people？〃　I　asked。
〃Oh；　they　work　for　my　dad。　The　older　man　runs　his　warehouses；　and　the　women　are　the　managers　of　the　restaurants。　And　you　saw　the　construction　supervisor；　who　is　working　on　a　road　project　about　50　miles　from　here。　His　other　supervisor；　who　is　building　a　track　of　houses；　had　already　left　before　you　got　here。〃
〃Does　this　go　on　all　the　time？〃　I　asked。
〃Not　always；　but　quite　often；〃　said　Mike；　smiling　as　he　pulled　up　a　chair　to　sit　down　next　to　me。
〃I　asked　him　if　he　would　teach　us　to　make　money；〃　Mike　said。
〃Oh；　and　what　did　he　say　to　that？〃　I　asked　with　cautious　curiosity。
〃Well；　he　had　a　funny　look　on　his　face　at　first；　and　then　he　said　he　would　make　us　an　offer。〃
〃Oh；〃　I　said；　rocking　my　chair　back　against　the　wall；　I　sat　there
perched　on　two　rear　legs　of　the　chair。
Mike　did　the　same　thing。
〃Do　you　know　what　the　offer　is？〃　I　asked。
〃No；　but　we'll　soon　find　out。〃
Suddenly；　Mike's　dad　burst　through　the　rickety　screen　door　and　onto　the　porch。　Mike　and　I　jumped　to　our　feet；　not　out　of　respect　but　because　we　were　startled。
〃Ready　boys？〃　Mike's　dad　asked　as　he　pulled　up　a　chair　to　sit　down
with　us。
We　nodded　our　heads　as　we　pulled　our　chairs　away　from　the　wall　to　sit　in　front　of　him。
He　was　a　big　man；　about　6　feet　tall　and　200　pounds。　My　dad　was　taller；　about　the　same　weight；　and　five　years　older　than　Mike's　dad。　They　sort　of　looked　alike；　though　not　of　the　same　ethnic　makeup。　Maybe　their　energy　was　similar。
〃Mike　says　you　want　to　learn　to　make　money？　Is　that　correct；　Robert？〃
I　nodded　my　head　quickly；　but　with　a　little　intimidation。　He　had　a　lot　of　power　behind　his　words　and　smile。
〃OK；　here's　my　offer。　I'll　teach　you；　but　I　won't　do　it　classroom…style。　You　work　for　me；　I'll　teach　you。　You　don't　work　for　me；　I　won't　teach　you。　I　can　teach　you　faster　if　you　work；　and　I'm　wasting　my　time　if　you　just　want　to　sit　and　listen；　like　you　do　in　school。　That's　my　offer。　Take　it　or　leave　it。〃
〃Ah。。。　may　I　ask　a　question　first？〃　I　asked。
〃No。　Take　it　or　leave　it。　I've　got　too　much　work　to　do　to　waste　my　time。　If　you　can't　make　up　you　mind　decisively；　then　you'll　never　learn　to　make　money　anyway。　Opportunities　come　and　go。　Being　able　to　know　when　to　make　quick　decisions　is　an　important　skill。　You　have　an　opportunity　that　you　asked　for。　School　is　beginning　or　it's　over　in　ten　seconds；〃　Mike's　dad　said　with　a　teasing　smile。
〃Take　it；〃　I　said。　　‘
〃Take　it；〃　said　Mike。
〃Good；〃　said　Mike's　dad。　〃Mrs。　Martin　will　be　by　in　ten　minutes。　After　I'm　through　with　her；　you　ride　with　her　to　my　superette　and　you　can　begin　working。　I'll　pay　you　10　cents　an　hour　and　you　will　work　for　three　hours　every　Saturday。〃
〃But　I　have　a　softball　game　today；〃　I　said。
Mike's　dad　lowered　his　voice　to　a　stern　tone。　〃Take　it　or　leave　it；〃　he
〃I'll　take　it；〃　I　replied；　choosing　to　work　and　learn　instead　of　playing　softball。

30　Cents　Later

By　9　a。m。　on　a　beautiful　Saturday　morning；　Mike　and　I　were　working　for　Mrs。　Martin。　She　was　a　kind　and　patient　woman。　She　always　said　that　Mike　and　I　reminded　her　of　her　two　sons　who　were　grown　and　gone。　Although　kind；　she　believed　in　hard　work　and　she　kept　us　working。　She　was　a　task　master。　We　spent　thr