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The landlady was a woman in her thirties, a divorced woman with a mature charm. This month, I was short on cash and couldn't pay the rent, so I had to swallow my pride and ask her for an extension. She was wearing a silk nightgown, leaning against the door frame, looking me up and down, as if assessing whether I was worthy of her help. She said, 'You don't have to pay the rent, but you have to help me with some physical labor as collateral.' I gulped, feeling both nervous and excited, and nodded in agreement. The landlady pointed to the bedroom, pouting, 'Go, there's something in there for you to fix.' I eagerly unbuttoned my shirt and rushed into the bedroom, only to find a disassembled treadmill and an instruction manual. The landlady shouted, 'If you can't assemble it, don't think about leaving!' I was secretly cursing my luck, not expecting the landlady's special request to be assembling her treadmill. Although I had no experience with this task, I had to grit my teeth and do it for the sake of paying the rent. I carefully read the manual and started assembling the treadmill, step by step. My clothes were soaked with sweat, and my fingers were cut, but I persisted. Finally, the treadmill was assembled, and I walked out of the bedroom, exhausted but satisfied. The landlady inspected the treadmill, nodded in satisfaction, and handed me a check. 'You can owe the rent for now, just remember to pay on time next time.' I breathed a sigh of relief, grateful for the landlady's leniency and trust. Although this was an unusual transaction, I felt like I had come out on top.