Chapter 500: Chapter 275: Choosing the Farm! (Lots of Pictures, Must-See~~)
Lin Yu’an pulled the two of them back to sit on the warm bearskin rug in front of the fireplace. The giant map of Alaska was still spread out there.
But at this moment, in the eyes of the three of them, it was no longer the sole destination, but more like a springboard to a broader horizon.
Emily picked up her tablet and waved it in her hand, with the demeanor of a CEO about to present a major project to the board.
"Alright, before our Mr. Hunter sets off tomorrow, shouldn’t we discuss our future farm?"
Saying this, she unlocked the screen and opened a folder that had been bookmarked for a while, the folder icon featuring a warm group photo of the three of them.
Inside was the culmination of all their hard work over the past twenty days, information on three top-notch farms for sale in Montana.
"While you were engrossed in studying those flight manuals that look like books from Heaven, preparing to conquer the sky, Liya and I were not idle either."
Emily handed the tablet to Lin Yu’an, and the professional Sotheby’s International Realty display filled the screen with a dizzying allure.
"We screened hundreds of large farms listed for sale in Montana and researched virtually every property with a listed price above eight million US dollars."
"We even anonymously consulted top real estate agents from Sotheby’s and Christie’s to understand a lot of undisclosed market information. Ultimately, these three were the finalists in our family board meeting."
Lin Yu’an looked interestedly. The first farm, named Paradise Valley Ranch, was priced at 12.5 million dollars.
Emily swiped the screen, and the first thing that appeared was a panoramic photo taken by a drone at dusk.
The image composition was as perfect as if taken by a master landscape photographer. The rolling green hills were like gentle green waves, and the famous Yellowstone River meandered through the heart of the ranch like a flowing ribbon of molten gold.
In the distance, the Rocky Mountains’ Absaroka Range was silhouetted against a purple sunset like a majestic jagged crest.
In the foreground, a group of purebred black Angus cattle were leisurely swishing their tails, grazing peacefully, filling the scene with a tranquil and bountiful pastoral atmosphere.
"Let Liya speak first; this is her favorite, she even nicknamed it the ’Garden of Yellowstone’," Emily said with a smile, handing the reins to Aliya.
Aliya cleared her throat, and like a professional real estate agent, she swiped through the detailed photos and began her introduction: "Paradise Valley Ranch, located south of Livingston, is just a 40-minute drive from Bozeman International Airport."
"This means that our friends, or my mom and dad, could fly directly here, and then we could pick them up in no time, which is very convenient."
"The total area is 1,500 acres, with over 800 acres being irrigated top-quality alfalfa fields." She enlarged a photo showing a modern automatic irrigation system spraying a mist of water.
"Look here, the seller is a Texas oil tycoon who invested heavily here, with complete agricultural facilities."
"This includes a modern cattle barn able to accommodate three hundred head of cattle, three huge hay barns, a full set of John Deere agricultural machinery, and three separate employee quarters."
"Buying it means you can instantly operate a profitable Angus cattle business; they say the annual profit can exceed three hundred thousand dollars."
"Moreover, life here is very comfortable." She switched to a photo of the main house, which was a classic Montana-style stone and wood structure villa, full of rustic yet luxurious charm.
"The main house covers 8,000 square feet, with five bedrooms each having its own fireplace and bath."
She pointed to a photo of a huge, indoor heated equestrian arena: "The best part is this, we can practice equestrian skills anytime here without worrying about the harsh winter cold."
She switched to the last photo, which showed two cowboys riding tall Quarter Horses, casting their fishing lines by the riverbank, with the sunset stretching their shadows long, "Most importantly, it has over two miles of private Yellowstone River frontage!"
"There are so many trout here that you could catch them with your eyes closed! Plus, it’s only an hour’s drive from the north entrance of Yellowstone National Park, so we can take spontaneous weekend trips for hiking and camping."
Aliya’s introduction was filled with passion and a longing for a convenient and comfortable life.
"But its shortcomings are also obvious," Emily took over the conversation, her fingers sliding on the screen to bring up a satellite map showing the property boundaries, clearly marked with red lines.
"It’s too civilized here; its east, west, and south sides are all closely bordered by several neighboring ranches. Although the area is large, privacy is lacking. We can even see the neighbors’ houses, making it look more like a country club composed of many wealthy individuals."
She continued to analyze, "Moreover, its terrain consists mainly of gentle river valleys and hills, with fewer forest and mountain regions, lacking that true, untamed wilderness feel. For you, it might be... a bit too civilized."
The second farm is called Blackfoot River Territory, priced at 11.8 million dollars.
Emily swiped the tablet, and the narrative instantly shifted from a bountiful pastoral to a rugged and primitive Western wilderness.
An endless sea of primal Douglas fir and aspen forests undulated in the wind like a green ocean.
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