He was drenched in the rain, and his back was like a skeleton in a wide wet suit.

"I still want to open a window, I hope you can agree. ”

At ten o'clock in the evening, the landlord of the rental office was drowsy.

"There's something wrong with you, right? If you say no, who will be responsible for the collapse?"

He bowed his head, looked up again, and plucked up his courage.

"There was a hole in the first place, and you blocked it. ”

"No, it doesn't. Anything else?"

"It's not a load-bearing wall, it's not going to collapse. ”

The landlord closed the computer and got up, grabbed the keys, and walked to the door.

"Get off work, get out. ”

"I hope you can think about it again, it's going to be demolished here, isn't it?"

No response.

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