F*ck Chen Yu!

"Hello, I want to buy a ticket."

At the temporary ticket office outside the city gate, Chen Yu said to the staff member, "Go to the capital."

"ID card." The staff member stretched out his arm and hooked his finger.

Chen Yu handed over his ID card and the other party registered it by hand. "Go to the capital and take a group A bus. The ticket price is 47,000."

"..." Chen Yu's tongue hurt. "Are you serious?"

"Why?"

"47,000 yuan? Your Zhongtong is openly printing money here?"

"Today's convoy is a little special. The leader is a Level 6 martial artist. If you think it's too expensive, you can wait until tomorrow." The staff member revealed an 'irritated' and 'formulaic' smile.

'A dignified capitalist would think it's too expensive?'

Silently cursing in his heart, Chen Yu took out his bank card. "Swipe."

"Okay, Sir, please wait a moment."