MAX: Get in the Car!

MAX's apartment.

Adam simply smiled and remained silent in response to Max's murmurs.

It's no surprise that Max appreciates Caroline.

Adam didn't feel comfortable saying anything more.

Everything should be done in a natural way.

And clearly MAX didn't expect Adam to say anything. He murmured to himself, his eyelids grew heavy, and he had already fallen into a deep sleep.

The day after tomorrow.

Morning.

"Should I call Adam again?"

Max and Caroline were about to set off, but there was no sign of Adam. Seeing that Caroline was a little disappointed and uneasy, Max picked up the phone to call Adam again to urge him to hurry up.

"No."

Caroline stopped her, saying, "Adam is a doctor, he's very busy, don't bother him. I'm just going to see Chestnut this time... I'm already looking for a house, and I'll come and pick Chestnut up as soon as I find one, but cheap houses with yards are hard to find."

Chestnut was fostered at a special horse farm by Caroline, where she was taken care of by dedicated staff and lived a very carefree life.

But that was in the past.

Caroline can no longer afford this private horse customization service.

Fortunately, we paid a year's service fee upfront, so Chestnut shouldn't be mistreated until the term expires... I guess...

And it's almost time for the annual renewal.

Caroline must find Chestnut a cheap new home before the deadline.

MAX's apartment is nice, but it doesn't have a yard, so Li Bao can't settle down there.

Damn!

MAX cursed, "When I was buying an apartment, I liked one with a yard, but Adam said the environment on the first floor was bad, with people coming and going and the risk of objects falling from above, so he didn't let me buy it. Otherwise, Chestnut wouldn't have to worry about not having a home now."

"..."

Caroline almost cried when she heard that.

She would definitely rent this kind of place if she were to rent one. Just thinking about her Chestnut living in a cramped backyard is already heartbreaking enough. She never imagined there was also the risk of being hit by falling objects from above and dying at any time.

Zhou Shuren said: Poverty limits imagination.

However, Ren Shuzhou also said, "Why not eat meat porridge?" Wealth also limits imagination.

Chestnut was BMW that Caroline's father bought for her when she officially entered adolescence. It was not only of great significance, but she had also raised it for nine years and had developed a deep affection for it.

According to the American TV series, Chestnut is also Caroline's family.

Moreover, they are the only family members Caroline has left who can stay by her side.

She naturally couldn't bear to see Chestnut living in such a dangerous environment.

"Don't worry, we'll find Chestnut a good home."

MAX comforted him, saying, "At worst, I'll just sell my current apartment and buy a detached house in the suburbs."

American-style detached houses all have front and back yards, so Chestnut I Will Find You a Better Home in the backyard. Although the space is a bit small, it's still acceptable. It's bigger than the backyards of ground-floor apartments in the city, and most importantly, there's no risk of objects falling from high-rise apartment buildings.

"May I?"

Caroline looked at Max, who was so moved by her offer to sell and buy a house for her without warning.

"Why not?"

MAX waved his hand dismissively. "It doesn't matter where I live. The environment in the suburbs is even better and more suitable for my creative work. I bought this apartment before so that I could be closer to Adam and make it easier for him to come and go."

"Now?"

Caroline apologized.

"It's no longer needed."

Max looked at her with a smile, "Believe it or not, even if we moved to Hollywood, thousands of kilometers away in the far west, Adam would still come over whenever he has time."

"MAX!"

Caroline clearly understood, smoothed her flowing blonde hair, and lowered her head, saying, "What you said makes me feel bad."

"Okay, I'm not going to say anything more."

MAX shrugged and said, "Let's just not let him get cocky. Anyway, as long as you don't want to, it's fine."

"..."

Caroline caught a glimpse of Max's indifferent expression out of the corner of her eye, and countless audio clips that made her blush flashed through her mind, her thoughts racing.

"Hi, hi, hi!"

Seeing Caroline blushing and lost in thought, Max went over and pinched her cheek to wake her up. "Stop thinking about the sandwich, we should go."

"MAX!"

Caroline couldn't take MAX's sarcastic and lewd remarks this time, and her face turned bright red.

"What's wrong?"

MAX spread his hands innocently. "Don't tell me that you rich young ladies have never experienced that kind of high-energy state."

"...oh oh!"

Caroline was taken aback, then realized what Max was talking about, and said awkwardly, "You mean those sandwiches we ate in college?"

Emmm.

It's a tradition from American TV Show World, the kind of sandwich Marshall and Ted ate together on their first day, the kind with extra fillings that makes you grin like an idiot after eating it.

It is said that this tradition has been increasing year by year, and soon exceeded 50%, heading straight for 100%.

Those who know, know.

When I was working at the lower levels of MAX, I naturally tried it too.

However, after meeting Adam, and with Adam's repeated reminders, he completely said goodbye to these dregs.

Besides, this stuff is nowhere near as addictive as Adam's.

If she were to abstain from anything, it would be from Adam.

"Otherwise what?"

MAX chuckled, "You're spacing out and blushing, looking all happy, just like you reacted to eating a special sandwich. If you're not reminiscing about this, is there something else?"

"MAX!"

Caroline's face turned bright red, and she ran away, covering her face.

Although she's Experienced Women, she still needs to maintain a princess-like demeanor and must retain the necessary reserve. How could she compare to MAX, who can spout off witty and vulgar jokes at will?

"Wait for me, let's go together!"

MAX laughed loudly and chased after him.

"Get in the car quickly!"

MAX drove up to Caroline, who was walking ahead, honked his horn, and invited her.

Although Caroline was incredibly embarrassed by Max's teasing, she still got into Max's car and drove towards the suburbs.

She's a Manhattan girl, and her family's mansion is naturally in Manhattan, so she could theoretically stay home and raise Chestnut forever.

But the wealthy clearly don't play that game.

It's inappropriate to keep horses in one's own manor or mansion, as it's for personal use.

Moreover, this problem is easy to solve; simply buy another dedicated horse ranch in the suburbs.

Whenever they want to ride horses, they can go and stay for a few days. There is a dedicated team of grooms to take care of their precious BMW.

Because these horse farms and estates are not located in the city, the same price can guarantee a sufficiently large space, allowing your own BMW to gallop and run freely at any time.

Moreover, rich people tend to hang out in groups.

Everyone is into horses, and everyone is buying horse farms and estates in the suburbs, which easily leads to the formation of Racetrack Town.

Then specialized horse farms will be established, managed by various professionals, and various professional horse riding competitions will be organized to enrich the leisure life of the wealthy.

Emmm.

It also provides better conditions for the "quality education" of the children of the wealthy.

They come over to play all the time; how could they not ride a horse well?

If someone else had these conditions, most of them could do it too.

Nothing more!

Only Practice Makes Perfect!

The Channing family also owned a manor in the suburban Racetrack Town in New York, but like their manor in Manhattan, it was confiscated and auctioned off to pay off debts.

Caroline only had time to transfer her private horse-keeping service from her family's horse farm to a slightly less desirable public horse farm for boarding.

That's right!

Truly wealthy people, even in such private settings, opt for even more personalized services, hiring dedicated service teams to manage their BMW.

The public horse racing track outside is actually an opportunity for wealthy people with slightly less means to participate.

Even among the wealthy, there are different levels.

If everyone adheres to the highest standards, far fewer people will be able to participate in this kind of game.

If the scale isn't large enough, there will be much less fun.

Just like in a game, there are no beginners, so what sense of accomplishment do paying players get?