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"I like this place."

Zhang Heng turned to the middleman who brought him to the house and asked, "How much is the rent?"

"The rent is really not that high. It only costs two strings of coins a month."

The middleman scratched his head. Seemingly, he was reluctant to elaborate.

Zhang Heng walked around the house with a lantern, not paying too much attention to the brooding expressions of the middleman behind.

"When can I sign the contract? It's a bit late now. Uh, I might have something to do tomorrow. How about early in the morning? Can the owners come and meet me here really early?" asked Zhang Heng.

"No, no, no, there's no need for all that trouble. The owner happens to be living right next door! My lord, if you have made up your mind, I can call her over now."

"She stays so close to this house?"