Forty-five minutes went by, and I was steaming. The two women had met with him and left thirty minutes earlier. An older gentleman was in there for twenty minutes and was also gone.

45分钟过去了，我开始冒火，那两个女人已经在30分钟前会见完毕离开了。那个老绅士在呆了20分钟后，也办完事走了。

The house was empty, and I sat out in his musty dark living room on a beautiful sunny Hawaiian day, waiting to talk to a cheapskate who exploited children. I could hear him rustling around the office, talking on the phone, and ignoring me. I was now ready to walk out, but for some reason I stayed.

那天夏威夷阳光灿烂，外边时不时地传来大人、孩子嬉戏的笑声，而我却仍在那幢陈旧黑暗的屋子里坐着，等候一个剥削童工的小商人的召见。我能听见他在办公室里沙沙地走动、打电话，但就是不理我。我真的想出去了，但不知为什么我没有走。

Finally, fifteen minutes later, at exactly 9 o'clock, rich dad walked out of his office, said nothing, and signaled with his hand for me to enter his dingy office.

又过了15分钟，正好9点，富爸爸终于走出了他的办公室。他什么也没说，用手示意要我跟着他去那间小办公室。

"I understand you want a raise or you're going to quit," rich dad said as he swiveled in his office chair.

“你要求加薪，否则你就不干了，是吗？”他边说边在椅子里摇来摇去。

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