MILLIONAIRE

Albert's Dream

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The sound of workers cutting wood with saws.

Clattering. Clattering.

The sound of workers hammering nails.

Jake Woodworking Shop was always busy and noisy for its size.

Cut wood was piled on all sides, useless woodcuts, sawdust and nails were scattered on the floor.

Although two hours had passed after lunch, the workers did not take a break. Because the shop was so full, the backlog had built up.

It was late spring, but the store looked like it was midsummer.

His sticky sweat was mixed with sawdust all over his face.

Even so, the workers were satisfied.

The generous and kind-hearted shopkeeper gave the workers a good salary because of their heavy workload, and there were no demanding and difficult workers in the shop.

You were joking and liked to work. The three Filipino workers among them were also kind and hardworking.

Thanks to these surroundings, the carpenter's workshop was more of a family than a business.

"Hey Mr. Kim, check this out."

"Hey, Tommy, come here and hold this for a moment."

Whenever they needed help, they were ready to help each other.

Among them was a certain man whose name was mentioned most often than anyone else in the store. He was a new young man hired less than a year ago, they called him by his first name, unlike other workers who were called by their last name.

"Albert, give me that piece of wood over there."

"Yes sir, brother."

"Albert, let's do this together."

"Sure, let me be with you right away."

Albert, like Felix, was a legendary thief who was known for suddenly showing up all over Canada. Every time they called him by name, Albert appeared and paced the shop.

They also had various reasons to call him. He not only helped them with simple unskilled work, but also helped them with hard work; They also had a habit of calling him for no reason when something happened.

"What the hell. Is this machine working well enough, Albert?

"The computer seems to be down, Albert."

"Hey, can you help me Albert?"

Albert was a problem solver. There wasn't a problem he couldn't solve every time he helped them. He was busier than anyone else in the shop, not only with his own work but also with running errands for other workers. viewed benevolently by all.

The shopkeeper Carter in particular had a very positive opinion of him.

As Carter watched Albert receive calls from other workers, he clicked his tongue and said, "Wow, wow. You could get sick working like this. Hey everyone, take a break. Why are they so greedy for work? "

Only then did they check the time.

" Oops. Is it that late already? "

" I'm so thirsty. Albert, can you bring us a glass of cold water? "

" Yes sir. "

Albert ran to the refrigerator.

When Carter saw this, he scolded the workers and said," You're going to kill him! Don't ask too much. Tommy is younger than Albert. Why do you always make it difficult for Albert?

"Really? Oddly enough, every time I open my mouth in the store, I tend to call his name first."

"Are you serious, Mr. Kim? Me too! When I open my mouth, his name comes out automatically, although I can't help it ... "

In the meantime Albert came back and handed each worker a cup of cold lemonade.

" Drink it, please. "

" You drink first, brother. "

After delivering the drinks to the workers, he filled his own mug and moistened his dry throat was a pretty busy worker. Seeing him drink like that felt good

" Refreshing!

Albert wiped his mouth with the back of his arm and then began to move.

He cleaned the woodcuts and nails that were strewn on the floor.

How sorry he was, Carter Albert stopped and said, "You don't have to clean it now, just take a break."

"I'm fine sir." You could trip over it if I don't clean it up now. Let me clean it up when I'm not so busy. "

" Huh? You are stubborn ..."

Carter couldn't help but laugh at Albert's comments as he watched him mop the floor.

Albert was 30 years old. Despite his age, his fingers were nimble and he was quick to learn new things.

Although he was only hired a year ago, he was free to operate any machine and also to carry out repairs.

His greatest strength was diligence. From morning to evening he hardly took a break. Outsiders would think you have a hard time having a bad boss.

His whole body was muscular, typical of a worker.

He was also quite tall, about six feet. People often called tall men fools, but Albert wasn't. On the contrary, he was smart and intelligent.

He'll be excellent at anything he does, Carter thought.

Carter was both grateful and sorry for him.

If he had been born to good parents and learned more ...

Albert said he did all kinds of jobs in his early childhood.

Carter was unaware of the condition of Albert's family because he had not told him in detail. However, Carter thought poverty was the main cause.

Had it not been for his financial situation, he would have had to make the effort to sacrifice his studies. This made him an expert in all trades, but was referred to as a high school graduate.

In Canadian companies, there was a huge pay gap between a college graduate and a high school graduate that was unimaginable to those who hadn't experienced it before.

Academic training, however, was nothing in the carpenter's shop where he worked. He could make a lot of money if he worked hard.

To keep costs low, Carter planned to sell his shop to someone else later this year. He had made more than enough money and his children were grown up. It was time for him to retire.

Then his plan changed. He wanted to train someone to be his successor.

In their eyes, Albert was meant to be a hard worker.

Not only because of his ability to learn and his nimble fingers; actually that was only part of his enormous strength.

Albert's greatest strength was his ability to involve others.

He had a natural ability to pull everyone he met to his side.

Not only Carter, but also Mr. Kim, who was known for his rough manner, and Mr. Park, a former gangster, blindly followed everything Albert said.

The owner of Albert's favorite restaurant greeted him like he was her son, and even the overhead shop owner, who had never made a deal with Carter, came out and said, "Are you going home now?" When she asked him saw walking through the store.

It was really a mystical attraction.

As such, he could overcome his less happy surroundings and fly high into the world if someone helped him a little more. If Carter had to give the shop he built while he was alive to someone else, he wanted to train a worker like Albert before he turned the business over.

Carter chuckled to himself.

"Huuuuuh. I'm afraid I can't retire because of him. Let me train him quickly so I can retire and rest."

Carter sighed.

Again in woolen gloves, Carter clapped his hands as if shaking the ground.

"Shall we go back to work?"

The other workers stopped chatting and went back to work.

The carpentry shop was noisy again and people were busy working.

It was 6 o'clock in the afternoon.

"Let's finish before dinner," Carter said.

When Carter yelled, the workers stopped working.

Each of them cleaned the woodcuts and scattered rubbish.

Even though Albert tidied it up once, there was still a huge amount of rubbish due to the work done. Everyone was busy cleaning up, thinking of getting home quickly.

Mr. Kim was especially busy today. Your son was due to return home after a few days off from the military. I would wait for Mr. Kim at home.

"Wow!"

Since he was moving too fast, he dropped a large piece of wood beforehand and could not react quickly enough.

It cut abruptly at the junction of the power cord, and the power cord was as old as Jake Woodworking Shop.

With a surprised look, Mr. Kim checked the cable.

Although it was a bit choppy, it seemed normal.

He picked up pieces of wood again and piled them in a corner.

After he finished, he showered and changed, which made him feel less tired.

"Those who want to go home must go, and those who want to have dinner must follow me. Albert, you're coming, aren't you? said Carter.

"Of course, sir."

The workers left the workshop.

The old electric cable was in one corner of the shop and it was hot because the woodcut had cut it hard some time ago, but no one had noticed.

Grilled beef ribs were on the evening menu. Five of them, including Carter and Albert, went to their favorite restaurant and sat down.

Vodka, an alcoholic beverage, was a must for dinner like this for manual laborers.

Carter offered Albert a cup of vodka.

"You won't have it?"

"No sir. I have to drive at night. Let me offer you one."

"Good."

Starting with Carter, Albert filled the cups of his employees.

He ordered a soda and filled his glass.

"Nice job today!"

Carter drank it and grabbed a piece of hot dog before suddenly asking Albert, "Are you driving for money today too?"

"Yes".

"They know you could risk your life anytime, especially if you drive drowsy."

Interestingly, Carter scolded him like that every time he sat across from Albert, although this time he decided against it.

"Let me go early. I have an appointment," said Albert when he had finished eating.

Carter and his staff hadn't eaten half of their meal and vodkas.

"Sure. Drive carefully, "said Carter.

Albert left the restaurant and went to the carpenter's shop.

A large van, big enough for 12 people, was parked in the corner of the shop.

It was Albert's favorite car and had been using it for six years.

Bought as used, it has a mileage of over 170,000 km.

But it still worked fine because you took good care of it.

The engine noise was also low.

"I hope I'm in good hands today," Albert told his car.

However, it did not arrive for some reason. His thoughts were uncomfortable and nervous. It felt like he had left something of value in the store.

"Have I missed something?"

He searched his pockets carefully but found nothing was missing.

"Did I work less today?"

I had the feeling that I had worked less today.

Usually he worked hard, otherwise he would feel a little restless.

"I seem to have to work very hard in my job as a chauffeur tonight."

Finally Albert started the car and the gray delivery van gently disappeared from the shop.

It was quiet in the shop until then, but the old electric cable buried in the ground was becoming hotter and hotter.