The courtyard was roughly fifty square meters, devoid of any furniture, with a monthly rent of three yuan and six jiao, no deposit required. The landlord would come to collect the rent on the third of each month.
Qin Jin wasn't satisfied and decided to look further. Li Qiao surveyed the surrounding environment, where a row of brand-new red brick buildings stood in front. Those who could afford to live in such buildings must be wealthy. "What kind of residence is that in front?"
"It's the Political Commissar's Compound. Don't even think about those houses; even if you have the money, you can't rent them. You might as well rent this one. There's electric light and heating in the house, although you'll have to pay for the electricity and heating yourself."
Li Qiao thought it was good—security must be reliable near the large compound. She mentioned it to Qin Jin.