The Get Rich Quick Club Read Free

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    â€œYeah, let’s start a company,” Teddy said.
    â€œBloody oath!” 2 Quincy agreed.
    They all sat there for a few seconds in silence until Rob piped up. “How do you start a company?”
    â€œWell, the first thing you need is a name,” I informed them all. “Take Kodak, for instance. Do you know how they got the name Kodak?”
    â€œDoesn’t ‘Kodak’ mean ‘camera’ in Swedish or something?” Rob asked.
    â€œNah, ‘Kodak’ doesn’t mean anything ,” I said. “I read about it in a book. The guy who started Kodak liked the letter K. He just made up the word ‘Kodak.’”
    â€œThat must have been a real Kodak moment,” Rob said.
    â€œI like the letter W,” Eddie told us.
    â€œMy favorite letter is X,” said Teddy.
    â€œNobody cares what letters you sprogs like,” I snapped.
    â€œMaybe we can make a name out of our names,” Rob suggested. “Like the RobGinaQuincy Club.”
    â€œOr GinaRobQuincy Club,” I said.
    â€œOr QuincyRobGina,” said Quincy.
    â€œWhat about us?” Eddie whined. “We want our names in there too.”
    â€œThe name is too long already,” I told the twins.
    â€œWhat about initials?” Rob said. “We could call it GRQ, for Gina, Rob, and Quincy.”
    I thought about that. GRQ. It had a ring to it. Like IBM, or CNN. Then something occurred to me.
    â€œYou know,” I told the others, “GRQ stands for something else besides Gina, Rob, and Quincy.”
    â€œWhat?” They all looked at me expectantly.
    â€œGet rich quick!” I said.
    And that was how we named the Get Rich Quick Club.

4
The Fine Points of Business
    I could see the future—we’d have a big office building someday with the letters GRQ on it. Secretaries running around. A company jet. Warehouses scattered around the world. Everyone on the planet would know about the Get Rich Quick Club.
    â€œThe next order of business is a company motto,” I said.
    â€œWhat’s a motto?” Teddy asked.
    â€œI don’t know, what’s a motto with you?” Rob cracked.
    â€œA motto,” I explained, “is a slogan. Like ‘All for one and one for all.’ That’s the motto of the three musketeers.”
    â€œI thought the motto of the three musketeers was ‘Creamy, chewy, chocolate filling,’” Teddy said.
    â€œNot those three musketeers!” I said irritably. “The other three musketeers.”
    â€œThere were six musketeers?” Eddie asked.
    â€œHow about ‘You tried the rest. Now try the best’?” Rob suggested.
    â€œThat’s not bad,” I said. “Did you make that up?”
    â€œNo,” Rob explained. “I saw it on a pizza box.”
    â€œThe next order of business,” I told them, “is that we need to have company bylaws. Bylaws are the rules of the company. You’ve got to follow the rules. If we don’t have rules, everything falls apart, and the next thing you know, we would be like savages, killing each other over a piece of meat.”
    â€œWhat kind of bylaws?” Quincy asked.
    â€œWell, for instance,” I said, “we all have to promise that we won’t run over each other with our bikes. That would be dangerous, right? So anybody who runs over another member of the GRQ with their bike should be kicked out of the GRQ. See what I mean? Can you think of any other bylaws we should have?”
    â€œHow about we can’t hit each other over the head with sharp sticks?” Eddie suggested.
    â€œWell, of course that one,” I agreed. “Hitting each other over the head with sharp sticks can’t be allowed.”
    â€œHow about drowning?” suggested Teddy.
    â€œOkay, okay. No drowning either.” I realized that introducing the idea of bylaws might have been a mistake.
    â€œPoisoning?” Eddie