【正文】 them.Robert claims that the rich teach their children differently. They teach their children at home, around the dinner table. These ideas may notbe the ideas you choose to discuss with your children, but thank you for looking at them. And I advise you to keep searching. In my opinion, as a mom and a CPA, the concept of simply getting good grades and finding a good job is an old idea. We need to advise our children with a greater degree of sophistication. We need new ideas and different education. Maybe telling our children to strive to be good employees while also striving to own their own investment corporation is not such a bad idea.It is my hope as a mother that this book helps other parents. It is Robert39。s hope to inform people that anyone can achieve prosperity if they so choose. If today you are a gardener or a janitor or even unemployed, you have the ability to educate yourself and teach those you love to take care of themselves financially. Remember that financial intelligence is the mental process via which we solve our financial problems.Today we are facing global and technological changes as great or even greater than those ever faced before. No one has a crystal ball, but one thing is for certain: Changes lie ahead that are beyond our reality. Who knows what the future brings? But whatever happens, we have two fundamental choices: play it safe or play it smart by preparing, getting educated and awakening your own and your children39。s financial genius. Sbaron LecbterFor a FREE AUDIO REPORT What My Rich Dad Taught Me About Money all you have to do is visit our special website at and the report is yours youRich Dad, Poor DadCHAPTER ONERich Dad, Poor DadAs narrated by Robert KiyosakiI had two fathers, a rich one and a poor one. One was highly educated and intelligent。 he had a . and pleted four years of undergraduate work in less than two years. He then went on to Stanford University, the University of Chicago, and NorthwesLesson 4 The History of Taxes and the Power of CorporationsLesson 5 The Rich Invent MoneyLesson 6 Work to Learn Don39。t Work for MoneyCHAPTER TWO Lesson One: The Rich Don39。t Work For MoneyDad, Can You Tell Me How to Get Rich?My dad put down the evening paper. Why do you want to get rich, son?Because today Jimmy39。s mom drove up in their new Cadillac, and they were going to their beach house for the weekend. He took three of his friends, but Mike and I weren39。t invited. They told us we weren39。t invited because we were `poor kids39。.They did? my dad asked incredulously.Yeah, they did. I replied in a hurt tone.My dad silently shook his head, pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and went back to reading the paper. I stood waiting for an answer.The year was 1956. I was 9 years old. By some twist of fate, I attended the same public school where the rich people sent their kids. We were primarily a sugar plantation town. The managers of the plantation and the other affluent people of the town, such as doctors, business owners, and bankers, sent their children to this school, grades 1 to 6. After grade 6, their children were generally sent off to private schools. Because my family lived on one side of the street, I went to this school. Had I lived on the other side of the street, I would have gone to a different school, with kids from families more like mine. After grade 6,these kids and I would go on to the public intermediate and high school. There was no private school for them or for me.My dad finally put down the paper. I could tell he was thinking.Well, son, he began slowly. If you want to be rich, you have to learn to make money.How do I make money? I asked.Well, use your head, son, he said, smiling. Which really meant, That39。s all I39。m going to tell you, or I don39。t know the answer, so don39。t embarrass me.A Partnership Is FormedThe next morning, I told my best friend, Mike, what my dad had said. As best I could tell, Mike and I were the only poor kids in this school. Mike was like me in that he was in this school by a twist of fate. Someone had drawn a jog in the line for the school district, and we wound up in school with the rich kids. We weren39。t really poor, but we felt as if we were because all the other boys had new baseball gloves, ,ynew bicycles, new everything.Mom and dad provided us with the basics, like food, shelter, clothes. :, But that was about it. My dad used to say, If you want something, work for it. We wanted things, but there was not much work available for 9 , yearold boys.So what do we do to make money? Mike asked.I don39。t know, I said. But do you want to be my partner?He agreed and so on that Saturday morning, Mike became my first business partner. We spent all morning ing up with ideas on how to 139。make money. Occasionally we talked about all the cool guys at Jimmy39。s beach house having fun. It hurt a little, but that hurt was good, for it inspired us to keep thinking of a way to make money. Finally, that afternoon, a bolt of lightning came through our heads. It was an idea Mike had gotten from a science book he had read. Excitedly, we shook hands, and the partnership now had a business.For the next several weeks, Mike and I ran around our neighborhood, knocking on doors and asking our neighbors if they would save their toothpaste tubes for us. With puzzled looks, most adults consented with a smile. Some asked us what we were doing. To which we replied, We can39。t tell you. It39。s a business secret.My mom grew distressed as the weeks wore on. We had selected asite next to her washing machine as the place we would stockpile our raw materials. In a brown cardboard box that one time held catsup bottles, our little pile of used toothpaste tubes began to grow.Finally my mom put her foot down. The sight of her neighbors39。 , messy, crumpled used toothpaste tubes had gotten to her. What are you boys doing? she asked. And I don39。t want to hear again that it39。s