Chapter 357: Santa Anita Park

(Restored before two o'clock, guaranteed)

Arcadia is a small city in northern California, about 20 kilometers away from Los Angeles. It is probably one of the satellite cities of Los Angeles, like Pasadena.

The most famous place here is the Santa Anita Park Racecourse, the most famous horse racing resort in Los Angeles. Since 1934, various expensive high-tech electronic instruments have been introduced successively, making the Santa Anita Park Racecourse The park is considered a daily pilgrimage by thousands of moms in California during the horse racing season.

But Ron is definitely not included among these people.

Ron originally rejected this kind of gambling in his heart, but he really couldn't handle Caroline's coercion. In order to get Ron to agree, Caroline really used all kinds of tricks.

We even played with Max and had a sandwich cookie.

Don't ask if this biscuit is serious or not, just ask if it's Super Oreo. Whoever eats it will know.

"Max, look, this is a Jockey Club! We are high up on the track, and the horses are forced to run into the gates on the track. It's so exciting! Ta-ta-ta-ta..."After returning to a familiar place, Caroline even played the trumpet happily.

"Wow, wow, wow, we have only been here for less than a minute, and we are playing the trumpet a little faster. We don't have to work as hard as yesterday," Max complained mercilessly: "To be honest, I almost didn't recognize you yesterday. , who said last time that he would never play with me and Ron? Yesterday, that person really opened my eyes. Among those women walking around in scantily clad clothes, none of them can compare to you. So charming yesterday."

"Max!" Caroline glared at Max angrily: "Isn't it because of your small apartment that I did this?"

"No, it's just for you and Su Bao..." Max's eyes suddenly widened in the middle of his words, and he pushed Caroline hard: "Oh my God, there are so many delicious food here! Then This big lobster is as long as my arm!"

Forgive Max's surprise, it's not her fault. It's really because since she was born, except for a few luxurious dinners with Ron, she has never seen such a luxurious seafood dinner.

"Hi, you two, I just said hello to someone else. I know the boss here and we have a very good relationship, so we can just go to the VIP seats in front."

Ron returned to the two of them, hugged their shoulders and sat down at the VIP table. Others looked at Ron hugging him with envy, but the object of envy among the girls was Caroline and Max both.

Because most of them come here with the old man, and young and handsome rich people like Ron are always the main targets of these money-worshiping girls. If Ron hooks his fingers here, he can be on his bed in minutes. Form a football team's lineup.

"Thank you for bringing us here. It feels great to be back at the racecourse. After all, horse racing is the game of kings. This reminds me of the days when I used to come to the racecourse with my father."

As if proclaiming her sovereignty, Caroline kissed Ron gently on the face, eliciting secret curses from countless other female Beachcombers.

"Actually, I don't want to come. I always feel that gambling is not a reliable way to make money. Max, what do you think?"

"Well...actually what interests me more is those king crab legs outside. Is this a buffet, or will a waiter drag me away later?"

"You can eat as much as you like, but I suggest you don't eat so much and save some space. We can go after the horse racing..."

Before Ron finished speaking, Max cheered, ran to the buffet, picked up a large plate, and started loading.

"Caroline, do you want two or three?" Max raised a big lobster and asked Caroline. Caroline was so embarrassed that she almost dug out a three-bedroom and one-living house with her toes on the ground. He could only pretend not to know Max and continue chatting with Ron.

"Which horse are you going to bet on? I'm more optimistic about this horse with a messy skirt. His sprint is very good. In fact, he was a pound lighter at the pre-race weigh-in, and in the Rakeness Competition, 7\/ He finished second in the 8-mile race, and this time it was only 6/8 miles."

"It's up to you, as long as you're happy." Ron nodded.

In fact, when he just went to chat with his "old acquaintance", he already roughly knew the rankings of all today's competitions.

Don't think that gambling is all about luck. This is the most ridiculous thing in the world.

(Restored before two o'clock, guaranteed)

Arcadia is a small city in northern California, about 20 kilometers away from Los Angeles. It is probably one of the satellite cities of Los Angeles, like Pasadena.

The most famous place here is the Santa Anita Park Racecourse, the most famous horse racing resort in Los Angeles. Since 1934, various expensive high-tech electronic instruments have been introduced successively, making the Santa Anita Park Racecourse The park is considered a daily pilgrimage by thousands of moms in California during the horse racing season.

But Ron is definitely not included among these people.

Ron originally rejected this kind of gambling in his heart, but he really couldn't handle Caroline's coercion. In order to get Ron to agree, Caroline really used all kinds of tricks.

We even played with Max and had a sandwich cookie.

Don't ask if this biscuit is serious or not, just ask if it's Super Oreo. Whoever eats it will know.

"Max, look, this is the Jockey Club! We are high up on the track, and the horses are forced to run into the gates on the track. It's so exciting! Ta-ta-ta-ta..."

After returning to a familiar place, Caroline even played the trumpet happily.

"Wow, wow, wow, we have only been here for less than a minute, and we are playing the trumpet a little faster. We don't have to work as hard as yesterday," Max complained mercilessly: "To be honest, I almost didn't recognize you yesterday. , who said last time that he would never play with me and Ron? Yesterday, that person really opened my eyes. Among those women walking around in scantily clad clothes, none of them can compare to you. So charming yesterday."

"Max!" Caroline glared at Max angrily: "Isn't it because of your small apartment that I did this?"

"No, it's just for you and Su Bao..." Max's eyes suddenly widened in the middle of his words, and he pushed Caroline hard: "Oh my God, there are so many delicious food here! Then This big lobster is as long as my arm!"

Forgive Max's surprise. It's not her fault. It's really because since she was born, except for a few luxurious meals with Ron, she has never seen such luxury.seafood dinner.

"Hi, you two, I just said hello to someone else. I know the boss here and we have a very good relationship, so we can just go to the VIP seats in front."

Ron returned to the two of them, hugged their shoulders and sat down at the VIP table. Others looked at Ron hugging him with envy, but the object of envy among the girls was Caroline and Max both.

Because most of them come here with the old man, and young and handsome rich people like Ron are always the main targets of these money-worshiping girls. If Ron hooks his fingers here, he can be on his bed in minutes. Form a football team's lineup.

"Thank you for bringing us here. It feels great to be back at the racecourse. After all, horse racing is the game of kings. This reminds me of the days when I used to come to the racecourse with my father."

As if proclaiming her sovereignty, Caroline kissed Ron gently on the face, eliciting secret curses from countless other female Beachcombers.

"Actually, I don't want to come. I always feel that gambling is not a reliable way to make money. Max, what do you think?"

"Well...actually what interests me more is those king crab legs outside. Is this a buffet, or will a waiter drag me away later?"

"You can eat as much as you like, but I suggest you don't eat so much and save some space. We can go after the horse racing..."

Before Ron finished speaking, Max cheered, ran to the buffet, picked up a large plate, and started loading.

"Caroline, do you want two or three?" Max raised a big lobster and asked Caroline. Caroline was so embarrassed that she almost dug out a three-bedroom and one-living house with her toes on the ground. He could only pretend that he didn't know Max and continue chatting with Ron.

"Which horse are you going to bet on? I'm more optimistic about this horse with a messy skirt. His sprint is very good. In fact, he was a pound lighter at the pre-race weigh-in, and in the Rakeness Competition, 7\/ He finished second in the 8-mile race, and this time it was only 6/8 miles."

"It's up to you, as long as you're happy." Ron nodded.

In fact, when he just went to chat with his "old acquaintance", he already roughly knew the rankings of all today's competitions.

Don't think that gambling is all about luck. This is the most ridiculous thing in the world.

(Restored before two o'clock, guaranteed)

Arcadia is a small city in northern California, about 20 kilometers away from Los Angeles. It is probably one of the satellite cities of Los Angeles, like Pasadena.

The most famous place here is the Santa Anita Park Racecourse, the most famous horse racing resort in Los Angeles. Since 1934, various expensive high-tech electronic instruments have been introduced successively, making the Santa Anita Park Racecourse The park is considered a daily pilgrimage by thousands of moms in California during the horse racing season.

But Ron is definitely not included among these people.

Ron originally rejected this kind of gambling in his heart, but he really couldn't handle Caroline's coercion. In order to get Ron to agree, Caroline really used all kinds of tricks.

We even played with Max and had a sandwich cookie.

Don't ask if this biscuit is serious or not, just ask if it's Super Oreo. Whoever eats it will know.

"Max, look, this is the Jockey Club! We are high up on the track, and the horses are forced to run into the gates on the track. It's so exciting! Ta-ta-ta-ta..."

After returning to a familiar place, Caroline even played the trumpet happily.

"Wow, wow, wow, we have only been here for less than a minute, and we are playing the trumpet a little faster. We don't have to work as hard as yesterday," Max complained mercilessly: "To be honest, I almost didn't recognize you yesterday. , who said last time that he would never play with me and Ron? Yesterday, that person really opened my eyes. Among those women walking around in scantily clad clothes, none of them can compare to you. So charming yesterday."

"Max!" Caroline glared at Max angrily: "Isn't it because of your small apartment that I did this?"

"No, it's just for you and Su Bao..." Max's eyes suddenly widened in the middle of his words, and he pushed Caroline hard: "Oh my God, there are so many delicious food here! Then This big lobster is as long as my arm!"

Forgive Max's surprise, it's not her fault. It's really because since she was born, except for a few luxurious dinners with Ron, she has never seen such a luxurious seafood dinner.

"Hi, you two, I just said hello to someone else. I know the boss here and we have a very good relationship, so we can just go to the VIP seats in front."

Ron returned to the two of them, hugged their shoulders and sat down at the VIP table. Others looked at Ron hugging him with envy, but the object of envy among the girls was Caroline and Max both.

Because most of them come here with the old man, and young and handsome rich people like Ron are always the main targets of these money-worshiping girls. If Ron hooks his fingers here, he can be on his bed in minutes. Form a football team's lineup.

"Thank you for bringing us here. It feels great to be back at the racecourse. After all, horse racing is the game of kings. This reminds me of the days when I used to come to the racecourse with my father."

As if proclaiming her sovereignty, Caroline kissed Ron gently on the face, eliciting secret curses from countless other female Beachcombers.

"Actually, I don't want to come. I always feel that gambling is nothing.Such a reliable way to make money, Max, what do you think? "

"Well...actually what interests me more is those king crab legs outside. Is this a buffet, or will a waiter drag me away later?"

"You can eat as much as you like, but I suggest you don't eat so much and save some space. We can go after the horse racing..."

Before Ron finished speaking, Max cheered, ran to the buffet, picked up a large plate, and started loading.

"Caroline, do you want two or three?" Max raised a big lobster and asked Caroline. Caroline was so embarrassed that she almost dug out a three-bedroom and one-living house with her toes on the ground. He could only pretend not to know Max and continue chatting with Ron.

"Which horse are you going to bet on? I'm more optimistic about this horse with a messy skirt. His sprint is very good. In fact, he was a pound lighter at the pre-race weigh-in, and in the Rakeness Competition, 7\/ He finished second in the 8-mile race