Chapter 4 Lesson 1: Rich people don’t work for money

How to become rich? Dad, can you tell me how to become rich?Dad put down the evening paper and asked: Why do you want to be rich, son?Because this weekend Kimi's mom is driving a new Cadillac and taking Kimi to the beach house for the weekend.Kimi also said he would bring three friends, but Mike and I were not invited, they said we were not invited because we were poor kids. Did they really say that?Dad asked in disbelief. Yes, they said so!I replied with a hurt tone. Dad shook his head silently, pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, and went back to reading the paper.I stand there waiting for an answer

That year was 1956, and I was nine years old.By fate, I went to a public school, and many wealthy people send their children to that school.Our town is basically a sugar plantation, and the managers of the plantations and other wealthy people like doctors, merchants, bankers send their children to this school, grades one through six.After sixth grade their children are usually sent to private schools.Since my home is in this neighborhood, I also entered this school.If my family lived on the other side of the street, maybe I would have gone to another school with kids from similar backgrounds as me.And after sixth grade, I would go to public middle and high schools with those kids, because there were no private middle schools for kids like us.

Dad finally put down the newspaper. I dare say he must have been thinking about what I said just now. Oh son, he said slowly, if you want to be rich you have to learn to make money. So, how to make money?I asked. Use your head, son.He said and smiled a little, the kind of smile that means that's all I'm going to tell you, or that I don't know the answer, so don't give me a hard time. Establish a partnership The next morning, I told my best friend Mike what Dad had said.Mike and I were, so to speak, the only poor kids in the school.Like me, he got into this school by a twist of fate.Neither of our family was really poor, but we felt like we were, because the other boys had new mitts, new bikes, new things for them.

Mom and Dad also provide us with basic necessities, like food, clothes, clothes, everything is missing, but nothing more.My dad always said: If you want something, you can buy it with your own money.We wanted stuff, but there really weren't many jobs available for nine-year-old boys our age. How can we make money?Mike asked.I don't know, I said, do you want to be my partner? So, on that Saturday morning, Mike became my first business partner.We spent the whole morning thinking about ways to make money, and we couldn't help but talk about those grim guys having fun at Kimmy's beach house.It hurts a bit, but it's a good thing. It motivates us to keep trying to figure out how to make money.Finally, in the afternoon, an idea crossed our minds, an idea Mike had gotten from a popular science book he had read.We shook hands excitedly, now that our partnership finally has real business content.

Over the next few weeks, Mike and I traveled around the neighborhood, knocking on their doors and asking if they would save us the used toothpaste skins.Puzzled adults smiled and agreed, and some asked us what we wanted it for, to which we replied: This is a commercial secret. As the weeks passed, my mom became upset that we had chosen a spot near her washing machine for our ingredients.In a large jar once used to hold ketchup, used toothpaste skins are slowly accumulating. After seeing the messy, curled toothpaste skins from the neighbors arriving at her place, my mother finally took action.What the hell are you two trying to do?She asked, I don't want to hear about trade secrets anymore, get rid of this shit, or I'll throw it all out!

Mike and I pleaded that we were close to saving enough and that we could start producing as soon as a neighbor couple ran out of their toothpaste.After a lot of talking, my mother finally gave us a one-week extension. Pressure from mom pushed our due date up.My first business was in jeopardy when the warehouse got an eviction order from my mother, and Mike's job became to tell the neighbors to run out of their toothpaste and tell them the dentist wanted them to brush their teeth more often than usual, and I started Assembly line.According to the schedule, production will officially begin in a week.The day to start production has finally arrived.Dad drove up with a friend to watch two nine-year-old boys working together on a production line at the side of the road.Flying in the air is fine white powder. On a long table are some waste milk cartons from school and a barbecue grill at home. The barbecue grill has been roasted to extremely hot by red charcoal and glows white. .

Dad approached carefully, he had to pull over because the production line blocked the parking space.As he and his friends approached, they saw a steel kettle perched on coals, with spent toothpaste skins melting inside.At that time, toothpaste skins were not made of plastic, but lead.So once the paint on the toothpaste skin is burned off, the lead skin placed in the steel pot will melt until it becomes liquid.When the lead reached its melting point, we used mother's pot grippers and carefully poured the solution into the milk carton through the small hole in the top of the milk carton. The milk carton was full of plaster of paris, and the white powder was all over the floor when we mixed the ash and water. In my haste, I knocked over the small bag, so there was white ash everywhere, as if it had snowed.The milk carton is the outer container of the lime mold.

Dad and his friend watched as we carefully poured molten lead into the small hole in the top of the gray pipe. careful!Dad said. I didn't bother to look up, just nodded. Finally, when all the solution was poured into the lime mold, I put down the steel pot and smiled at my dad. What are you doing?he asked with a wary smile. We're doing what you tell me and we're going to be rich!I said. Yes, Mike grins and nods: We're partners. What's inside these gray molds?Dad asked curiously. Look, I said, here's a furnace already cast.With a small hammer I broke the seal and split the tube in two. I carefully pulled off the upper part of the mold, and a lead nickel fell out.

Oh, my God, Dad cried, touching his forehead with his hand: You are making coins out of lead! Yes, Mike said, we are earning our own money as you said. Dad's friend couldn't help turning around and burst out laughing, and Dad smiled and shook his head.Beside a pile of fire and a pile of waste toothpaste skins, in front of him were two little boys covered in ashes, smiling happily. Dad asked us to put down our things and sit with him on the steps outside the house, and then he smiled and kindly explained to us the meaning of the word counterfeit. Our dreams are shattered!You mean it's illegal to do that?Mike asked in a trembling voice.

Don't blame them, my dad's friend said, they might be geniuses. My dad glared at him. Yes, it is illegal.Dad said gently, but don't lose heart, kids, I'm so proud of the tremendous creativity and independent thinking you showed just now. Disappointed, Mike and I sat in silence for twenty minutes before we began to clean up the mess.Our business was over on the very first day it started.As I swept the powder away, I looked at Mike dejectedly and said: I think Kimmy and his friends are right, we're just poor. Dad heard this as he was leaving, boy, and he turned and said, if you give up, you'll really only be poor.The success or failure of one thing is not important, the important thing is that you have tried.Know that most people just talk and dream about getting rich, but you have already done it.I say it again, I'm proud of you guys, don't lose heart, don't give up.

Mike and I stood there silently, it was true, but we still didn't know what to do. Then why aren't you rich, Dad?I asked. Because I chose middle school teacher.Middle school teachers should concentrate on teaching instead of thinking about how to get rich.I wish I could help you guys, but I really don't know how to make a lot of money. Mike and I went back to continue cleaning up the scene. Dad then said: If you want to know how to get rich, don't ask me, go talk to your dad, Mike. My Father?Mike frowned. Yes, your dad.Dad smiled and said, your dad and I both know a bank manager who admires your dad very much.He mentioned to me several times that your dad is a genius at making money. My Father?Mike asked in disbelief, so why doesn't my family have a nice car and a nice house like the rich kids in school? A fancy car and a fancy house don't necessarily mean you're rich or you know how to make money, replied Dad, Kimi's dad worked on a sugar plantation, he's not that different from me, he works for a company and I work for the government Work, it was the company that bought him that car.But the plantation is said to be in financial trouble, and Kimi's dad may have nothing before long.Unlike your dad, Mike, he seems to be building an empire of his own.I believe he will be a very rich man within a few years. Hearing this, Mike and I perked up again.With renewed hope, we quickly cleaned up the mess created by our first failed business.We also made a plan for how and when to talk to Mike's dad while cleaning up.The problem is that Mike's dad works long hours and often comes home late.His dad owns a warehouse, a construction company, shops and three restaurants.And it's these restaurants that keep him out late. After cleaning up Mike got on the bus home and he would talk to his dad when he got home at night and ask if he would teach us how to make money.Mike promised to call me back no matter how late it was when he finished talking with his dad. At eight: thirty in the evening the phone rang. Next Saturday, great!Mike's dad agreed to meet with us. class starts I pay you ten cents an hour. Even by the salary standard of 1956, ten cents an hour was extremely low. Mike and I met his dad at eight o'clock that morning.He was still busy and had been working for over an hour before the meeting.His building superintendent had just left in his truck when I entered his small, modest, tidy home, and Mike stood at the door to greet me. My dad was on the phone and he told us to wait in the back hallway.Mike opened the door as he spoke. The old wooden floors rattled as I stepped across the threshold of the old house.There is a cheap mat on the floor inside the door. The wear and tear of this mat records the countless footsteps on this floor over the years. Although it is clean, it still needs to be replaced. I was a little apprehensive when I entered the tiny bedroom, crammed with old musty, heavy furniture that should have been a collector's item.There were two women sitting on the sofa, they were older than my mother, and behind them sat a man in overalls.He was wearing a khaki shirt and coat, ironed but not starched, and he held a polished workbook in his hand.He was about ten years older than my dad, I think about forty-five.They smiled at us as Mike and I walked past them, and we headed toward the kitchen, which leads to the back yard.I also smiled at them a little shyly. Who are they?I asked Mike. Oh, they work for my dad.The older man ran the warehouse and the two women were restaurant managers.You saw the construction superintendent at the gate just now; he's working on a road project fifty miles away.There are also some superintendents who are working on the house construction projects, but they are gone before you get here. Is it like this every day?I asked. Not always, but often.Mike said and pulled up a chair to sit next to me. I asked him if he would teach us how to make money.Mike said. Oh, what did he say?I asked eagerly. Well, he had a teasing look on his face at first, and then he said he would give us a suggestion. oh!As I said, propped up by the hind legs of two chairs, I tilted the chairs against the wall. Mike followed my example. What would be the suggestion?I asked again. Don't know, but it will be clear soon.Mike said. Suddenly, Mike's dad pushed open the rickety door and stepped out onto the porch, and Mike and I jumped up, startled not out of respect. Are you ready, kids?Mike's dad asked, pulling a chair beside us. We nodded, moved our chairs in front of him and sat down. He was also a large man, about six feet tall and two hundred pounds.My dad is taller, but weighs about the same as him.My dad was five years older than Mike's dad, and they looked a lot like the same guy, but with a slightly different temperament, maybe they both had that much strength, I thought. Mike said you guys want to learn how to make money, don't you, Robert? I nodded quickly, feeling a little uneasy, for there seemed to be a strong force hidden behind his smile and words. Well, here's my suggestion: I'll teach you how to make money, but I won't teach you like I teach students in a classroom, you have to work for me, or I won't teach.Because I can teach you guys faster by working, and if you just want to sit and listen, like in school, then I'm wasting my time.How about it?Guys, here is my suggestion, you can take it or you can say no. Um can I ask a question first?I asked. No, you can only tell me whether to accept or decline.Because I have too much to do to waste time.If you can't make up your mind, you'll never learn how to make money.You know, opportunities are always fleeting, and to be successful, decisions must be made quickly.You see, now you have an opportunity you want, but this money-making school can open or close in ten seconds, so your Mike's dad looked at us with a smile, but didn't say anything. accept.I said. accept.Mike said too. good!Mike's dad said Mrs. Martin would be there in a few minutes.After I'm done with her, you follow her to my grocery store, where you can start working.I pay you ten cents an hour, and you come and work three hours every Saturday. But I have a baseball game today!I said. Mike's dad lowered his voice and said sternly: Take it or say no. I accept.I hasten to answer, I decided to go to work and study instead of playing baseball. thirty cents Then, from nine o'clock on a fine Saturday morning, Mike and I officially started working for Mrs. Martin.Mrs. Martin was a kind and patient woman who always said that Mike and I reminded her of her two sons who had grown up and left her.Mrs. Martin, though very kind, emphasized hard work, and she kept us working.She was a good supervisor, and for three hours we kept taking canned goods off the shelves, dusting each can with a feather duster, and putting them back in place again.This work is really tedious. Mike's dad, the one I call my rich dad, owned nine of these mini-marts, which were early versions of the Seven-Eleven convenience store. At that time, there were almost no milk, bread, or other supermarkets nearby. , butter, and cigarettes, so business is still good.The thing is, this was Hawaii before air conditioning and it was impossible for stores to close their doors due to the heat.There are many parking spaces on both sides of the store, and every time a car drives past or enters the parking spaces, dust is blown into the store. So, in the era before air conditioning, we have something to do. For three weeks thereafter, Mike and I reported to Mrs. Martin for three hours every Saturday.Before noon, our work was over, and she put down three small steel jumpers in the hands of each of us.Thirty cents wasn't very exciting to a nine-year-old boy, even in the mid-fifties, when even a comic book cost ten cents. On Wednesday of the fourth week, I was ready to quit.I agreed to work because I wanted to learn from Papa Mike to make money, and now I'm a ten-cent-an-hour slave.To make matters worse, I haven't seen Mike's dad, our money-making teacher, since the first Saturday. I want to quit.I said to Mike at lunch.Lunches at school suck, classes are boring, and I hardly look forward to Saturdays now.Because to me, today's Saturdays are only thirty cents a week. Mike smiled smugly. why are you laughing?I asked frustrated and annoyed. My dad said that he had expected it, and he said that if you don't want to do it, let me take you to see him. What?I felt fooled and asked angrily, he has been waiting for me to find him? Yes, my dad is an unusual person. His education method is different from your dad's.Your father and mother talked a lot, but my father said less, but he already guessed that you would say that.You have to wait until this Saturday, and I'll tell him you're ready. Are you saying I was engineered? Not sure yet, but possible.My dad will explain on Saturday. waiting in line on saturday I was ready to explain it to Mike's dad, and even my own dad was mad.My real dad, the poorer one I mentioned earlier, thought my rich dad should be investigated for violating child labor laws. My highly educated dad wanted me to fight for what I deserved, at least twenty-five cents an hour.Dad said if I didn't get a raise, I should quit immediately. Dad said angrily: You don't need that damn job at all. At eight o'clock on Saturday morning, I went through the rickety front door of Mike's house again. Sit down and wait.Mike's dad said to me as I walked in the door, then turned and disappeared into his little office off his bedroom. I looked around, couldn't find Mike, and I sat down cautiously on the couch, feeling a little cramped, the two women I'd met four weeks ago making room for me with a smile. Forty-five minutes passed, and I started to get angry. The two women had met and left thirty minutes ago.The old gentleman also finished his work and left after staying for twenty minutes. An hour passed, and it was sunny in Hawaii that day, and the laughter of adults and children could be heard outside from time to time, but I was still sitting in that old dark house, waiting for a small businessman who exploited child labor to be summoned.I could hear him rustling around the office, talking on the phone, but just ignoring me.I really wanted to go out, but for some reason I didn't. Another fifteen minutes later, exactly nine o'clock, rich dad finally walked out of his office. He didn't say anything, and motioned for me to follow him to the small office with his hand. You ask for a raise or you're out of the job, don't you?As he spoke, he rocked back and forth in his chair. You are not trustworthy!I blurted out and almost burst into tears.Such a thing is quite aggrieved for a nine-year-old boy. You said that if I work for you, you will teach me.Well, I work for you, I work hard, I even gave up the baseball game to work for you and you don't count and you don't teach me anything!Like everyone in town says, you're broken and greedy.You want all the money and don't care about your employees.Besides, you have no respect for me at all for making me wait so long.I'm just a kid and I deserve special treatment! Rich dad leaned back in the rocking chair and stared at me with his hand on his chin, as if studying me. Yes, he said, in less than a month, you are already somewhat like my other employees. What?I asked.I didn't understand what he said, and I was even more annoyed. I think you will teach me as promised, but you want to torture me?This is too cruel, really too cruel! I am teaching you.rich dad said quietly. What have you taught me?nothing!I'm so pissed that you haven't even spoken to me since I worked for those pennies!Ten cents an hour!Ha, I should sue you to the government!You know, we have child labor laws and my dad works for the government. Wow!Rich dad exclaimed: Now you look like most of the people who have worked for me, who either got fired or quit. This is exactly what I want to do!I said.As a kid, I thought I was courageous.You lied to me, I worked for you, and you broke your word, and you taught me nothing. How do you know I didn't teach you anything?rich dad asked me still calmly. You never talked to me, I worked for you for three weeks and you taught me nothing.I pouted and said. Does it have to be said or told to teach something?rich dad asked. yes.I replied. That's what you're taught in school, he said with a smile, but life isn't taught that way.You know, life is the best teacher, most of the time, life doesn't say anything to you, it just pushes you around, and every time it pushes, it's like saying hey, wake up, there's something for me I want you to learn. What is this guy talking about?I secretly asked myself.Life pushing me around is life talking to me?Now I know I have to quit and I'm talking to a guy who should be in a mental hospital. But rich dad still said: If you understand the big lesson of life, you can do anything with ease.But even if you can't learn it, life will still push you around.So in life, people usually do two things.Some people seize every opportunity that life throws at them while it pushes them around; others let life dictate and don't fight it.They complain about the unfairness of life, so they hate their boss, their job, and their family. They don't know that life also gives them opportunities. At the time, I still didn’t quite understand what rich dad was saying. Life pushes all of us, some give up, some fight.The few who learn this lesson progress and welcome life to push them positively, and for them that push means they can learn something new again and progress.Of course, most people still give up, and some people are still fighting like you.Rich dad stood up and pushed open the dilapidated window.If you learn this lesson, you will be a wise, happy and wealthy person.If you don’t learn it, you’ll just spend your life complaining about your job, low pay, and difficult bosses, and you’ll live under the illusion that all your money problems will be solved once and for all. Rich dad looked up to see if I was listening.His eyes met mine, we looked at each other, communicated through our eyes, and finally, when I had received all of his information, I turned my eyes away.I know he is right and I need to learn from him. Rich dad went on to say: If you're the type of person who doesn't have grit, you'll give up every time life throws at you.That way, you'll live your life securely, doing nothing wrong, being ready to save yourself when something never happens, and dying of boredom.You'll have many friends like you who want stability and the right things to do.But the truth is, you surrendered to life and dared not take the risk.You do want to win, but the fear of losing outweighs the excitement of success, and the truth is that deep down, you always think you can't succeed, so you choose stability. Our eyes met again.For ten seconds, we watched each other until we understood each other's mind. Have you been trying to push me?I asked. It can be said so, but I would rather say that I am giving you a taste of life.rich dad laughed. What is the taste of life?I asked, still angry but curious, even ready to listen to a teaching. You two are the first to ask me to teach you how to make money. I have over a hundred and fifty employees and no one has ever asked me this question.They just ask for work, and get paid.They spend the best years of their lives working for money without trying to figure out what the work is for. I sat there and listened intently. So when Mike told me you guys wanted to make money, I decided to design a course that was close to real life.Although I can talk exhaustingly, but you will go in the left ear and out the right ear, so I decided to let life show you, so that you will understand what I want to say, which is why I say it every time. Hours only give you ten cents. So what is the lesson of working for ten cents an hour?I asked, does it mean that the workers are cheap, can they be exploited? Rich dad leaned back and laughed happily. Then he said, You better change your mind and stop blaming me. Do you think there is something wrong with me?If you think I'm sick, you have to try to change me; if you think the problem is with you, you have to learn, and then change yourself to become smarter.Most people think that everyone in the world should change except themselves.Let me tell you, it is easier to change yourself than to change others. I don't know.I said. Don't blame me for your problems.Rich dad said he was getting impatient. But you only pay me ten cents an hour! So what have you learned?he asked with a smile. I'm cheap.I said with an embarrassed smile. See, you still think I'm the problem.said rich dad. But it is true. Well, if you continue with this attitude, you're not going to learn anything.Conversely, if the problem is indeed me, what should you do? Well, please raise my salary, treat me with more respect and teach me how to make money. Oh, is it?Rich dad said that's what most people do. They quit their job and go to another job, expecting better opportunities, higher pay, thinking that a new job or better pay will solve everything. .And in most cases, this is not possible. What should I do?I asked, accept the pitiful ten cents an hour and smile? Rich dad smiled.Some people will do this and accept the salary just because they and their family need the money, but all they do is wait for the opportunity for them to earn more money to make things work out.So most people accept, some people work two jobs and work very hard, but still only get paid very little. I sat there with my eyes on the floor and began to understand this lesson from rich dad.I feel that this is indeed the original flavor of life. Finally, I raised my head and repeated the previous question: So how can the problem be solved? Use this, he said, patting me on the head, this guy between your ears. It wasn't until that moment that rich dad showed the key thing that differentiated him from his staff and my poor dad and that made him one of the richest men in Hawaii in the end.My educated dad, on the other hand, has struggled with financial problems his whole life. Rich dad's unique perspective made all the difference in his life. Rich dad later made this point over and over again, and this is what I call the first lesson. The poor and middle class work for money, the rich make money work for them. On that bright Saturday morning, I was embraced in a completely different way of learning than the one my poor dad had taught me.It was at that moment that I realized that both dads wanted me to study, encouraged me to study, but studied differently. My highly educated dad advised me to follow his model.Son, I hope you study hard and get good grades so that you can find a stable job in a big company and pay well.Rich dad wanted me to study the laws of money movement so that money can be used for me.Under his guidance I would learn these lessons in life rather than in the classroom. Rich dad continued with my first lesson: I'm glad you're mad at ten cents an hour, but if you happily accept it instead of mad, all I can tell you is that I can't teach you.True learning requires energy, passion and a burning desire.Anger is an important ingredient because passion is anger combined with love.When it comes to money, most people hope to earn it safely and securely. They seldom have the passion to earn money, so they have to fear not having money. Is that why they take low wage jobs?I asked. Yes, rich dad said, because I was paid less than the plantation and the government, and some people said I exploited people, I said they exploited themselves, not me. But don't you think you should give more?I asked. It's not necessary.And, a little more money isn't going to solve the problem.For example, your father earns a lot of money, but still owes money.For most people, the more money given, the more debt he owes. That's why it's ten cents an hour?I laughed, first part of the course. That's right.Rich dad laughed too. You see, your dad went to college and got a good education, so he can get a high-paying job.He got it too, but he was stuck with money because he never learned about money in school.And the biggest problem is that he believes that work is all about money. Don't you think so?I asked. Of course not, he said, if you want to work for money, stay in school and learn it, it's a good place to learn such things.But if you want to learn how to make money work for you, let me teach you.But first you have to want to learn. Doesn't everyone want to learn?I asked. No, he said, because learning to work for money is easy, especially when your first feeling when it comes to money is fear. Learning to work for money is even easier.Learning how to make money work for you is much harder. I don't know.I frowned. Don't worry, you just need to know that out of fear, most people are afraid of losing their jobs, of not being able to pay their bills, of being caught in a fire, of not having enough money, of starving, most people expect a stable work.In order to seek stability, they will study a certain profession, or do business, and work hard for money, most of them become slaves of money, and then turn their anger on their boss. Is learning to make money work for me a whole different class?I asked. Yes, he repeated, absolutely different. We sat in silence on this beautiful Hawaiian morning.My friends should have started their new baseball season, but for some reason, I'm now glad I decided to do the ten-cent-an-hour job, and I feel like I've learned what my friends didn't learn in school. to some things. Are you ready?rich dad asked. Yes.I grinned. I have kept my promise, and I have taken you to see your future.said rich dad.At nine, you already have experience working for money.Just repeat the last month for fifty years and you get an idea of ​​how most people spend their lives. I don't know.I said. How did you feel when you were waiting to see me twice?Once to get hired and once to ask for a raise. Terrible.I said. This is the life many people live if they choose to work for money. So how do you feel when Mrs. Martin gives you three quarters at the end of three hours of work? I don't think it's enough.It looked like nothing was given, which was disappointing. That's how most employees feel when they get their paycheck, plus taxes and other deductions.At least, you still get 100% of your salary. You mean the workers don't get their full wages?I asked in surprise. Of course not, the government has to take away a share first, which is tax.Rich dad said that you pay taxes when you earn and you pay taxes when you consume.You pay taxes when you save, and you pay taxes when you die. How can the government do this? Rich dad sat there in silence, and I guess he wanted me to listen carefully and not to chime in. So I fell silent.Seriously, I don't like hearing about taxes.I know Dad always complains that the taxes are too high, but there's nothing you can do about it.Did life push him too? Rich dad rocked slowly in his chair, looking at me. Are you really ready to learn from me?he asks. I nodded slowly. I gotta say, there's a lot to learn here.Learning how to make money work for you will be a long, continuous learning process, perhaps lasting a lifetime.Most people's education ends when they go to four years of college, but I knew I was going to study money all my life, because the more I studied, the more I knew.Most people never study this subject, they go to work, earn a salary, and then spend it, they don't understand why they are always troubled by money, so they think that more money will solve the problem, but almost no one realizes the lack of financial knowledge That's their real problem. Is it because my dad always has a headache about taxes because he has no financial knowledge?I asked suspiciously. Taxes are only a tiny part of how money works for you.Today, I'm just trying to find out if you have a passion for learning about money.Most people have no such desire, they just want to go to school, learn some professional skills, work easily and earn a lot of money.當他們某一天醒來面臨嚴重的財務問題時，他們已不能停止工作。這就是只知道為錢工作而不知如何讓錢為你工作的代價。你有熱情學習嗎？ I nodded. 好，他說，現在回去幹活，這次我什麼報酬也不給。 What?I was taken aback. listen.什麼也不給。你每週六同樣幹三個小時，但這次不會再有每小時的十美分了。你不是說你想學不為錢而工作嗎？所以我什麼也不給你。 我幾乎不相信我的耳朵。 我已經和邁克談過了，他已經開始免費幹活了，撣乾淨罐頭上的塵土再把它們重新放好。你最好快點回去和他一塊兒幹。 這不公平，我說，你總得給點什麼呀。 你說過你想學習。如果你現在不學，將來長大了就會像坐在會客室裡的那兩個女人和老頭一樣，為錢而工作並且希望我別解雇他們。或是像你爸那樣，掙很多錢卻眼看著債台高築，希望靠更多的錢來解決問題。如果你想這樣，我可以每小時付你十美分，你可以像其他大人那樣，抱怨這裡工資太低，辭職另找工作。 我還是不明白？I asked. 富爸爸又拍了拍我的頭，動動腦子，他說，如果你好好想一想，你會感謝我給了你一個機會，讓你成為有錢人。 我站在那兒，依舊不相信我達成的新協議。我是來要求增加工資的，而現在卻被告知以後得白幹。 富爸爸又一次拍著我的頭說：慢慢想去吧，現在出去開始工作。 Lesson 1: Rich people don’t work for money 我沒對爸爸說我沒工錢了，他不會理解的，而且我也不想對他解釋我自己也還弄不明白的事。 接下來的三個星期裡，我和邁克每週六白幹三小時。這工作不再讓我心煩，過程也容易些了。只是無法參加球賽以及不能再買漫畫書讓我耿耿於懷。 富爸爸在第三週週末的中午來了。我們聽見他的卡車泊進了車位，以及發動機熄火的聲音。他走進小店並且與馬丁太太擁抱致意。在視察了店面的運營情況後，他走向冰淇淋櫃，取出兩個冰淇淋，付了錢，然後對我和邁克打了個手勢說：孩子們，我們出去走走。 閃開來往的汽車，我們穿過街道，又走過一大片草地，草地上許多大人正在打壘球。 最後我們坐到一張草地遠處的野餐桌前，富爸爸把冰淇淋遞給我和邁克。 Are you ok?he asks. Good.Mike said. 我也點頭同意。 那學到了什麼沒有？ 邁克和我面面相覷，一起聳聳肩搖了搖頭。 避開人一生中最大的陷阱 你們正在學習一生中最重要的一課，你們應該學會思考。 富爸爸說道，如果你學會了這一課，你將一生享受自由和安寧；如果沒有學好這一課，你們就會像馬丁太太和其他在這空場裡玩壘球的人一樣了此一生。他們為一點點錢而勤奮工作，兼有一種有工作的虛幻安全感，盼著一年三週的假期和工作四十五年後獲得的一小筆養老金。如果你喜歡這樣，我就把工資提到每小時二十五美分。 但他們都是努力工作的好人啊，你在嘲笑他們嗎？I asked. 一絲笑容浮上了富爸爸的面龐。 馬丁太太對我就像媽媽一樣，我決不會那麼殘忍地對她。我上面的話可能聽起來很無情，可是我正盡力向你倆說明一些事情。我想拓寬你們的視野以便讓你們看清一些東西。這些東西甚至大多數成年人也從未有看見過，因為他們眼界狹窄，大多數人從未認識到他們身處困境。 邁克和我還是不太明白他的話。他聽起來很無情，然而我們能感到他確實急於想讓我們明白一些事情。 富爸爸笑著又說了：二十五美分一小時怎麼樣？這樣是否能讓你們心跳加速？ 我搖搖頭說：不會啊！，可事實上，二十五美分一小時對我而言可真是一大筆錢啊！ 好，我每小時給你一美元。富爸爸帶著狡黠的笑容說。 我的心開始狂跳，頭也開始發暈。接受，快接受。我的心裡在喊，但我不相信我所聽到的，所以什麼也沒說。 好吧，每小時二美元。 我那九歲的大腦和心臟幾乎要爆炸了。畢竟這是一九五六年，每小時二美元將使我成為世界上最有錢的孩子！我無法想像能掙到這麼多錢。我想說好的，我真想達成這筆交易。 我似乎看見一輛新自行車，一副新棒球手套，以及當我拿出錢時同學們羨慕的表情。最重要的是，基米和他的朋友再也不能叫我窮人了，但不知怎麼我仍未開口。 也許我的腦袋已經熱昏了，但內心深處，我極其想要那每小時的二美元。 冰淇淋化了，流到了我手上。冰淇淋簡已經空了，螞蟻正在享受著一團香精和巧克力。 富爸爸看著兩個孩子盯著他，眼睛睜得大大的，腦子裡卻空空如也。事實上，他正在考驗我們，而且他也知道我們很想接受這筆交易。他知道每個人都有可以被擊中的弱點，也知道每個人都有一種強大、堅定、無法用金錢收買的精神。問題在於哪一部分更強大。他在一生中考驗了成百上千的人，每次的招工面試都是一番考驗。 好，五美元一小時。 我的內心突然平靜下來了，內心發生了一些變化。這個出價太高了，顯得有些荒謬。 在一九五六年，連成年人也沒有幾個人可以每小時掙五美元的。誘惑消失了，平靜回來了。我慢慢地轉過頭去看邁克，他也在看我。我靈魂中軟弱而貧乏的一面沉默了，而無法用錢收買的一面佔了上風。面對錢，我開始心安神定。我知道邁克也一樣。 很好，富爸爸輕輕地說，大多數人都希望有一份工資收入，之所以會這樣是因為他們有恐懼和貪婪之心。先說恐懼感，沒錢的恐懼會刺激我們努力工作，當我們得到報酬時，貪婪或慾望又開始讓我們去想所有錢能買到的東西。於是就形成了一種模式。 什麼模式？I asked. 起床、上班、付賬，再起床、再上班、再付賬他們的生活就是在無窮盡地為這兩種感覺而奔忙：恐懼和貪婪。給他們更多的錢，他們就會以更高的開支重複這種循環。這就是我所說的老鼠賽跑。 有什麼法子嗎？Mike asked. 有，但只有少數人知道。我希望你倆能在工作和跟我學習的過程中找到解決的辦法。這就是我不給你們任何工資的原因。 有什麼提示嗎？邁克問，我們工作得很累，尤其是白幹的時候。 哦，第一步是講真話。富爸爸說。 我們可沒撒謊。I cried. 我沒說你們撒謊，我是說要分清真相。 那什麼是真相？ 靠你感覺，除了你自己誰也不能真正明白你的感覺。 你說這公園裡的人，那些為你工作的人，還有馬丁夫人，他們都沒弄清楚這些東西？ I think so.他們害怕沒有錢，不願面對沒錢的恐懼，對此他們作出了反應但不是用他們的頭腦。富爸爸說著拍拍我們的頭。他們會去掙了點小錢，可快樂、慾望、貪婪會接著控制他們，他們會再作出反應，仍然是不加思考。 他們的感情代替了他們的思想。Mike said. 正是如此，他們不去分辨真相，不去思考，只是對感受作出反應。他們感到恐懼，於是去工作，希望錢能消除恐懼，但錢不可能消除恐懼。於是，恐懼追逐著他們，他們只好又去工作，希望錢能消除恐懼，但還是無法擺脫恐懼。恐懼使他們落入工作的陷階，掙錢工作掙錢，希望有一天能消除恐懼。但每天他們起床時，就會發現恐懼又同他們一起醒來了。恐懼使成千上萬的人徹夜難眠，憂心忡忡。所以他們又起床去工作了，希望薪水能殺死那該死的恐懼。錢主宰著他們的生活，他們拒絕去分辨真相，錢控制了他們的情感和靈魂。 富爸爸靜靜地坐著，讓他的話音漸漸消失。邁克和我聽著他的話，但不能完全明白他在講些什麼。我經常奇怪於大人們為什麼總是急急忙忙去工作，這事看起來真是無趣，而且他們看上去也不快活，但好像總有些東西使他們不斷地急著去工作。 意識到我們已經盡可能地吸收了他的話後，富爸爸說：我希望你倆避開這個陷阱，這就是我想教你們的，而不只是發財，發財並不能解決問題。 不能嗎？我驚奇地問。 cannot.讓我談談另一種感情：慾望，有人把它稱為貪婪，但我寧可用慾望。希望一些東西更好、更漂亮、更有趣或更令人激動，這是相當正常的。所以人們總為了實現慾望而最終變成是為錢工作。他們認為錢能買來快樂，可用錢買來的快樂往往是短暫的，所以他們不久就需要更多的錢來買更多的快樂、更多的開心、更多的舒適和更多的安全。於是他們工作又工作，以為錢能使他們那被恐懼和慾望折磨著的靈魂平靜下來，但實際上錢無法滿足他們的慾望。 即使是富人？Mike asked. 富人也是如此。事實上，許多人致富並非出於慾望而是由於恐懼，他們認為錢能消除那種沒有錢、貧困的恐懼，所以他們積累了很多的錢，可是他們發現恐懼感更加強烈了，他們更加害怕失去錢。我有一些朋友，已經很有錢了，但還在拚命工作，甚至有些百萬富翁比他們窮困時還要恐懼。這種恐懼使他們過得很糟糕，他們精神中虛弱貧乏的一面總是在大聲尖叫：我不想失去房子、車子和錢給我帶來的上等生活。他們甚至擔心一旦沒錢了，朋友們會怎麼說。許多人變得絕望而神經質，儘管他們很富有。 那窮人是不是要快活些？I asked. I don't think so.閉口不談錢就像依賴錢一樣是一種心理疾病。 這時，就像約好了似的，鎮上的乞丐走過我們的桌子，停在一大堆垃圾罐旁翻撿起來。 我們三個極有興趣地注視著他，剛才我們幾乎沒意識到他的存在。 富爸爸掏出一美元，向乞丐招招手。看到錢，乞丐立即走過來，他收了錢，含糊不清地道了謝就欣喜若狂地拿著他的錢走了。 他與我的大多數雇員並沒有太大差別，富爸爸說，我遇到過很多人，他們說我對錢沒興趣，可他們卻一天工作八小時並不停地抱怨工作無聊。如果他們對錢沒興趣，又何必幹自己不喜歡的工作呢？這種人比斂財的人病得更重。 當我坐在那兒聽著富爸爸的話時，腦中無數次地閃出了我爸爸的話：我對錢不感興趣。他常說這句話，他說：我工作是因為我熱愛這個職業。 So what should we do?我問，不為錢工作直到所有的恐懼和貪婪都消失嗎？ 那只會浪費時間。人需要有感情，它使我們真實，感情這個詞表達著行動的動力。真實地看待你的感情，以你喜歡的方式運用你的頭腦和感情，而不是與自己作對。 Ah!邁克叫了起來。 別對我的話擔心，它會讓你受用一生的。好好觀察你的感情，別急於行動。大多數人不懂得是他們的感情代替了他們的思想，感情是感情，你還必須學會獨立思考。 你能給我們舉一個例子嗎？I asked. Can.當一個人說我得去找份工作，這就很可能是感情代替了思考。害怕沒錢的感覺便產生了找工作的念頭。 但是如果人們要付賬的話他們是需要錢的呀。I said. indeed so.所以，我說感情常常過多地代替了思考。 don't know.Mike said. 比如說吧，如果人們害怕沒有錢花，就立刻去找工作，然後掙到了錢，使恐懼感消除。這樣做似乎很對。可一旦這樣理解，他就不會去思考這樣一個問題，一份工作能長期解決你的經濟問題嗎？依我看，答案是不能，尤其從人的一生來看更是如此。工作只是試圖用暫時的辦法來解決長期的問題。 但我爸總是說去上學，取得好成績，這樣你就能找到穩定的工作。我有些迷惑地說。 是啊，我懂他的意思。大多數人都這麼給人建議，而且對於大多數人來說這也確實是個好主意。但人們作出這種建議基本上仍是出於恐懼。 你是說我爸這麼說是因為害怕？ 是的，他擔心你將來掙不到錢並且不適應這個社會。別誤解了我的話，他愛你而且希望你好，而且他的擔心也不無道理。教育和工作是很重要的，可它們對付不了恐懼。實際上，他恐懼，所以每天去上班掙錢；為工作擔心，所以熱衷於讓你去上學。 那你說該怎麼辦？I asked. 我想教你們學會支配錢，而不是害怕它，這在學校裡是學不到的。如果你不學，你就會變成錢的奴隸。 顯而易見，他想使我們擴展視野，這一切，馬丁太太看不見，他的雇員們看不見，我爸爸也看不見。富爸爸用了聽起來很無情的例子，但這些例子我始終不會忘記。我的視野在那天被打開了，開始注意到大多數人所面臨著的陷阱。 你看，我們最終都是雇員，只不過處於不同層次而已。我只希望孩子們有機會避開由恐懼和慾望組成的陷阱，能按你喜愛的方式選用恐懼和慾望，別讓恐懼和慾望控制你。這就是我想教你們的。我對教你們如何掙大把的錢沒有興趣，那解決不了問題。如果你們不先控制恐懼和慾望，即使你們有錢，也只不過是高薪的奴隸而已。 那我們該怎樣避開陷阱？ 造成貧窮和財務問題的主要原因是恐懼和無知，而非經濟環境、政府或富人。自身的恐懼和無知使人們難以自拔，所以你們應該去上學並且接受大學教育，而我教你們怎樣不落入陷阱。 謎底漸漸顯露出來。我爸爸受過高等教育，有著很好的職業，但學校從不告訴他如何處理金錢或恐懼。我可以從兩個爸爸那裡學習不同的但同樣都是很重要的事情。 你談到對缺錢的擔心，那麼對錢的慾望會怎樣影響到我們的思想呢？Mike asked. 當我用更高的工資引誘你們時，你們有什麼感覺？你感到慾望在膨脹嗎？ We nod. 但你們沒有對感覺屈服，你們推遲了決定的作出。這是極為重要的。我們總是有著恐懼或貪婪之心。從現在開始，對你們來說，重要的是運用這些感情為你們的長期利益謀利，別讓你們的感情控制了思想。大多數人讓他們的恐懼和貪婪之心來支配自己，這是無知的開始。因為害怕或貪婪，大多數人生活在掙工資、加薪、勞動保護之中，而不問這種感情支配思想的生活之路通向哪裡。這就像一幅畫：驢子在拚命拉車，因為車伕在牠鼻子前面放了個胡蘿蔔。車伕知道該把車駛到哪裡，而驢卻只是在追逐一個幻覺。但第二天驢依舊會去拉車，因為又有胡蘿蔔放在了驢子的面前。 你的意思是，當時在我腦海中的那些棒球手套、糖果和玩具的影像就像那驢子面前的胡蘿蔔一樣嘍？ good.當你長大後，你的玩具會變貴，會變成要給你的朋友留下深刻印象的汽車、汽艇、大房子，富爸爸笑著說，恐懼把你推出門外，願望又召喚你過去，誘惑你去觸礁。這就是陷阱。 那答案是什麼呢？ 強化恐懼和慾望是無知的表現，這就是為什麼很多有錢人常常會擔驚受怕。錢就是胡蘿蔔的幻象。如果驢能看到整幅圖像，牠可能會重新想想是否還要去追求胡蘿蔔。 富爸爸解釋說人生實際上是在無知和幻覺之間的一場鬥爭。 他說一旦一個人停止尋求知識和信息，就會變得無知。因此，人們需要不停地與自己作鬥爭：是通過學習打開自己的心扉，還是封閉自己的頭腦。 學校是非常非常重要的地方。在學校，你學習一種技術或一門專業，並成為對社會有益的人。每一種文明都需要教師、醫生、工程師、藝術家、廚師、商人、警察、消防隊員、士兵等等。學校培養了這些人才，所以我們的社會可以興旺發達。但不幸的是，對許多人來說，學校是終止而不是開端。 接下來是長長的沉默。富爸爸依舊微笑著，我還沒弄明白那天他說的全部。但我已經意識到富爸爸是個很偉大的老師，他的話在我耳邊迴響了很多年，直到現在我還在回味其中的道理。 今天我有點無情，但無情得有理，富爸爸說，我希望你們永遠記住這次談話，我希望你們多想想馬丁太太，多想想那頭驢。永遠別忘記，會有兩種感情恐懼和慾望，使你落入一生中最大的陷阱，如果你讓它們來控制自己的思想，你的一生就會生活在恐懼中，從不探求你的夢想，這是殘酷的。為錢工作，以為錢能買來快樂，這也是殘酷的。半夜醒來想著許多的賬單要付是一種可怕的生活方式，以工資的高低來安排生活不是真正的生活。這些都很殘酷，而我希望你們能避開這些陷阱，如果可能的話，別讓這些問題在你們身上發生，別讓錢支配你們的生活。 一個壘球滾到了桌下，富爸爸拾起來扔了回去。 無知是怎樣與恐懼、貪婪相聯的？I asked. 對錢的無知導致了如此之多的恐懼和貪婪的產生。我可以給你一些例子。一個醫生，想多掙些錢來更好地養活家人，就提高了收費，這就使每個人的醫療支出增加，這一切最無情地損害了窮人的利益，所以窮人的醫療狀況比富人差。由於醫生提高收費，則律師也提高收費；由於律師提高收費，學校老師也想增加收入，這就迫使政府提高稅收。這樣一環套一環，不久，在富人和窮人之間就有了一條可怕的鴻溝，混亂就會爆發。當鴻溝大到了極點時，一個社會就會崩潰。美國同樣身在其中，這種歷史一再重演，因為人們沒有以史為鑒。我們只是記住了歷史事件發生的時間和名稱，卻沒有記住教訓。 價格難道不能上漲嗎？I asked. 在一個教育水平高和政府管理良好的社會中價格不會上漲，實際上應該下降，價格上漲的原因是由無知引起的貪婪和恐懼。如果學校教學生認識錢，社會就有可能會變得更富有而且物價低廉。但學校關注的只是教學生為錢而工作，而不是如何開發和利用錢的力量。 但我們不是有商學院嗎？邁克問，你不是在鼓勵我進商學院拿博士學位嗎？ 是的，但這並不夠！富爸爸說：商學院更擅長的是製造精確而廉價的計算器，他們不可能幹成大事。他們所做的只是看看數字，解雇人並把生意搞糟，他們所想的只是降低成本提高價格，事實上這會帶來更多的問題。計算是重要的，我希望更多的人懂得計算，但計算並不是全部。 那該怎麼辦呢？Mike asked. 學會讓感情跟隨你的思想，而不要讓思想跟著你的感情。當你倆控制了感情，同意免費幹活時，我就知道你們還有希望。當你們在我用更多的錢誘惑你們時，你們抵制住了感情，你們就又一次進行了思考而不是任由感情控制你們。這是第一步。 這一步為什麼如此重要？I asked. 噢，這要由你自己來找答案了。如果你想學，我將把你們帶上這條佈滿荊棘的道路，大多數人都會選擇避開這條路。我會帶你們去大多數人都怕去的地方，跟著我，你們將學會讓錢為你們所用的方法，而不僅僅是為錢而工作。 我們跟著你會得到什麼呢？我們同意跟你學，可我們能學到什麼呢？I asked. 自由。 那是一條佈滿荊棘的路嗎？ 是的，所謂的荊棘就是我們的恐懼和貪婪。走進我們的恐懼，直面我們的貪婪、弱點和缺陷。這條路的出路就是用心去確定你的思想。 確定思想？邁克不解地問。 是的，確定我們該怎樣思考而不只是對情感作出反應。不要用因為害怕沒錢付賬而起床工作的方法來解決你的問題。你要花時間去想這樣的問題，更努力地工作是解決問題的最好方法嗎？許多人都害怕對自己說出真相。他們被恐懼所支配，不敢去思考，於是就出門去找工作，因為恐懼在支配著他們。這就是我說的確定你的思想。 我們怎樣才能做到這點？Mike asked. 那是我將來要教你們的。我會教你三思而後行，而不是條件反射式地行動，就像匆忙嚥下早餐的咖啡後跑出去工作一樣。 記住我以前所說的：工作只是面對長期問題的一種暫時的解決辦法。大多數人心裡只有一個問題，並且是短期的，那就是月末要付賬了，於是又感到恐懼了。錢控制了他們的生活，或者說對錢的無知或恐懼控制了他們的生活。所以他們就像他們的父母一樣生活，早早起來去工作掙錢，而從不抽時間問問，有什麼別的法子嗎？他們的思想由他們的感情控制著的，而不是他們的頭腦。 你能說說感情和理智的區別嗎？Mike asked. Oh, of course.我總是聽到這種話，每個人都必須去工作，或是富人是騙子、我要換份工作，我應該得到更高的工資，你不能任意擺佈我、我喜歡這份工作因為它很安定，而不是說，我失去了什麼東西嗎，這樣的話才會避免你感情用事而留給你仔細思考的時間。我得承認，這的確是重要的一課，即知道人什麼時候是在表達感受而不是表達清楚的思想。這一課令我終生受益，尤其是當我的話也僅僅是出於反應而非出於深思時。 我們走回小店的路上，富爸爸解釋說富人的確是在造錢，他們不為錢而工作。他接著解釋當我和邁克鉛鑄五分錢的硬幣時，我們想著那是在造錢，我們的想法和富人的想法實際上是很接近的，問題是我們的做法不合法，只有政府和銀行才能合法地做這種事。他解釋了掙錢的合法方式與非法方式。 富爸爸繼續解釋說富人知道錢是虛幻的東西，就像驢子的胡蘿蔔一樣。正是由於恐懼和貪婪使無數的人抱著這個幻覺還以為它是真實的。錢的確是造出來的，正是由於對錢的幻覺以及無知使得人們不敢去造錢。事實上，從許多方面來說，驢的胡蘿蔔都比錢有價值。 他說到美國正處於金本位制，每一張美鈔實際就是一枚金屬貨幣。他感興趣的是關於我們會撤消金本位制並且我們的美鈔將不再與金屬貨幣對值的傳言。 這種事如果真的發生，孩子們，地獄之門就快開了。窮人、中產階級和無知的人的生活將被毀掉，因為他們相信錢是真實的財富，而且相信他們為之效力的公司、政府會安排他們的一切。 我們的確不太明白那天這席話的涵義，但多年以後，他的話在越來越多的地方應驗了。 看見了別人看不見的 當他上了停在店外的小卡車時，說：繼續工作，孩子們，很快你們就會忘了工資的事，這對你們來說比大人容易做到，繼續用你們的腦子思考，無代價地工作，很快你們就會發現掙錢的方法，用這種方法掙來的錢會比我付給你的多許多。你們會看到別人看不見的東西，機會就在你面前。大多數人看不見這種機會因為他們忙著尋找金錢和安定，所以他們得到的也就有限。當你看到一個機會時，你就已經學會了並且會在一生中不斷地發現機會。當你找到機會時，我會教你其他的事。學會了這些，你就能避開生活中最大的陷阱，就不會感到恐懼了。 邁克和我收拾好東西與馬丁太太道了別。我們走回公園，又坐回到那張長椅上，花了幾個小時思考和討論。 第二個星期在學校裡，我們仍然在思考和討論這些問題。接下來的兩個星期，我們一直這麼進行著，同時繼續免費工作。 第二個星期六工作結束時，我再次向馬丁太太道別了，道別時我的眼睛留在了架子上的漫畫書上。每週六沒了三十美分使我沒有錢去買漫畫書了。而就在馬丁太太對我和邁克說再見時，她做了一件我以前從未留意過的事。事實上，我以前也見她這樣做過，但從未引起我的注意。 馬丁太太把漫畫書的封面撕成兩半，她把封面的上半部留下，將剩下的書扔進了棕色的書櫥。我問她這是做什麼，她說：我要把這些沒有賣掉的舊書處理掉。當書商送新書的時候，我會把封面的上半部交給他，作為沒有賣掉的證明，他一小時後就到。 一小時後，書商來了。我問他是否能把那些即將被扔掉的漫畫書送給我們。他回答說：如果你們是替這家店幹活的並且保證不把它們賣掉，我就送給你們。 於是，我們達成了協議。邁克的媽媽在地下室裡有間空房子，我們把它清理出來，把幾百本的漫畫書搬了過去。很快我們的漫畫書閱覽室就對外開放了。我們雇了邁克的妹妹她很愛讀書來作圖書管理員。她向每個來看書的孩子收十美分，閱覽室從下午二：三十開到四：三十，每天放學後都開。顧客呢，包括鄰家的孩子，他們可以在這兩個小時內看個夠。十美分一人是相當便宜的，而且兩小時內他們可以看五、六本書。 當顧客離開時邁克的妹妹要負責檢查，確保他們不把書帶出去。她還要保管書，記錄每天有多少人來，他們的名字，以及他們的要求。邁克和我在三個月內平均每週可得九．five dollars.我們每週付給他妹妹一美元，而且允許她免費看書，她的確看了不少書，因為她是那麼愛讀書。 邁克和我仍然每週六去小店幹活，從各個店收集不要的漫畫書。我們對書商遵守了諾言，沒有賣一本漫畫