Seeing Jiang Ran's shocked expression, Chen Bing laughed, "This is beishi, after all, it's different from our small hometown county."
Jiang Ran was only shocked for a moment.
As Chen Bing said, this is beishi.
Even in the 1980s, given such a prime location and large space, a yearly rent of three thousand bucks is reasonable.
Pei Huai's expression, however, didn't change.
After all, Pei Huai has been in beishi for the past few years.
Although he came to beishi to study, he wasn't a bookworm oblivious to the outside world; he was somewhat familiar with many things.
As the three were talking, someone came out from the back door.
The newcomer was a middle-aged man, looking to be in his early forties.
He was of medium height, not very tall, wearing gray dress pants and a white short-sleeved shirt.
The shirttail was tucked into his pants, and there was a black leather belt around his waist.
Just from his attire, you could tell he was a meticulous person.
