Xiao Jing casually found a store with a small area to enter.

This intermediary store, called "Xinglong Second-hand Housing", is not large, it looks no more than 30 square meters, but there are five or six intermediaries sitting inside.

The eyes of the intermediary industry are relatively poisonous, and at first glance he is just a young man in his early twenties, and he is full of stalls, which is estimated to be no more than two hundred yuan. At first glance, he is a master who has no oil and water.

A few intermediaries, you push me, I push you, but they are unwilling to come to receive Xiao Jing.

In the end, a young woman was pushed out by a few old employees, she stood up lazily, walked towards Xiao Jing, and asked, "What service do you need?" ”

The movements of those people just now were all seen by Xiao Jing, and the self-esteem of children from poor families would be stronger, so his face was flushed, and he wanted to turn around and leave.

But now that someone came to ask, he was too embarrassed to turn around and leave, so he said, "I want to rent a suite." ”

The woman with the ponytail was not a few years older than Xiao Jing, and her heart was really a renter.

"If you share a house, it's usually two or three hundred yuan, and if it's better, there are four or five hundred. ”

She didn't bother to ask Xiao Jing how much she wanted to rent, just like this poor and sour look, it must be a shared apartment.

"I want to rent a house of more than 100 square meters. What is the approximate price?" asked Xiao Jing.

The ponytail woman looked at him for a moment and asked, "Houses of more than 100 square meters are generally more than three rooms, how many people do you live in?"

"I live alone. Xiao Jing said.

It sounds a bit unreasonable, but the system task is such a requirement, and he can't help it.

The ponytail girl looked at Xiao Jing suspiciously and asked, "You are alone, living in a 100-square-meter house?"

The tone was full of suspicion, as if Xiao Jing was here to find her happy.

"We have a property here, but it costs a hundred dollars to show it until you choose the one you like. The ponytail woman said.

In fact, formal intermediaries are generally not allowed to charge a "viewing fee", but the ponytail girl saw that Xiao Jing was young and her needs were not consistent with his image, so she proposed a "viewing fee" of 100 yuan.

Xiao Jing didn't understand this, but when he heard that he still had to give money to inspect the house, he hurriedly shook his head like a rattle.

He suddenly remembered a question and asked, "What else are the other expenses?"

Seeing that he was unwilling to pay for the show, the ponytail girl's face became ugly, and she said, "The agency fee is a month's rent, you don't think you don't need money, right?"

Xiao Jing's heart sank, and sure enough, the intermediary fee was far beyond his ability to pay.

"Forget it, I'll find it myself. Xiao Jing smiled apologetically and turned around to leave.

Before he could walk out of the door, he heard the girl muttering: "A poor ghost still has to rent a 100-square-meter house, what kind of bragging! Don't waste my mother's time if you don't have money!"

It was neither loud nor small, and it was obvious that it was meant for him to hear.

Xiao Jing blushed, did not quarrel with the woman, and left the intermediary of this "Xinglong second-hand house" without saying a word.

He doesn't know how many cold words he has heard over the years, but every time it makes Xiao Jing very unhappy.

Sure enough, no matter how much you listen to cold words, you can't get used to it.

In the past, he might argue with people and even fight with fists and kicks.

But today is a woman after all, and now Xiao Jing is different, Lao Tzu is a systematic person, and he can't wait long, you who look down on people will definitely regret it.

He was busy completing his tasks now, and he didn't have the heart to bother with this despised intermediary.

Soon, Xiao Jing found a small advertisement for renting a house on a telephone pole on the side of the road.

One of the pieces of information caught his attention: renting a three-bedroom house on Longteng Road, with an area of 108 square meters, with simple decoration and simple furniture, and a rent of 800 yuan.

What caught his attention was the rent, just now he looked around, the general rent of two rooms is almost 1,000, and the rent of this three-bedroom is only 800 yuan.

What he lacks most now is money, and as long as it's cheap, he doesn't mind what problems are elsewhere.

So he took out his new mobile phone and dialed the number on the small advertisement.

The landlord, Ms. Wang, happened to be nearby, so the two made an appointment to go to the location of the house to see the house.

When Xiao Jing saw this Ms. Wang, she was dumbfounded.

The beautiful woman in front of her is the teacher in their class, who teaches English, and is not a few years older than Xiao Jing and them.

Although it seems that teachers who teach universities should not be so young, third-rate universities really don't pay so much attention.

Mr. Wang's full name is Wang Xiyun, he is white and beautiful, has a hot body, and likes to wear some fashionable clothes.

So the animals in the school who like the royal sister all sealed her as their dream lover, and they didn't know how many love letters they wrote to her.

Of course, Wang Xiyun doesn't look down on these little brothers.

Before, on the phone, Xiao Jing didn't hear Wang Xiyun's voice, and Wang Xiyun naturally didn't hear his voice.

She still has some impressions of Xiao Jing, a student, with very poor grades, and she is unruly and often causes trouble. Looking at the usual dress, the conditions at home should be very poor.

Shouldn't the children of such a family study harder?

In short, Wang Xiyun's impression of Xiao Jing is not too good.

But after all, there is no special bad feeling, Wang Xiyun found that it was his students who wanted to rent a house, so he smiled enthusiastically: "Rent such a big house, how many classmates live together?"

"Yes, yes, several. ”

In order to avoid the trouble of explanation, Xiao Jing lied.

This house is only rented for 800 yuan, which naturally makes sense.

First of all, the house is very old, at least more than ten years old, and it is still a very bad ninth floor without an elevator.

Walking inside, it can really be described as a house with four walls.

Sure enough, the decoration is simple, the walls are painted white, but they have been yellowed, and the ground is the oldest melon rice stone.

The furniture is only a pitiful table, a set of scarred leather sofas, a bed in each room, and even the wardrobe is so simple that there are no doors.

Appliances are nothing but refrigerators and fans.

In short, it's the worst kind of house.