The subtext is obvious: you have to pay more.

The truck driver was about to ask the co-driver to take out more money when a QR code popped up on the back of the guard's hand.

"Use less cash, use receipts and payments."

The guard whispered:

"The Rose Army seems to have taken down a money printing factory. There will be a large amount of counterfeit money circulating in the world for a while, and cash will no longer be safe."

The truck driver suddenly understood and quickly picked up the terminal to pay the other party. The guard accepted the payment and waved his hand, and the high wall slowly twisted, revealing a deep cave.

The driver turned on the car lights and slowly drove in. After an unknown period of time, the windows on both sides were covered with a thick layer of white frost. The thick fog locked the space. Under the yellow light, the road ahead

Gets slightly brighter.

After dozens of minutes or so, the driver suddenly stopped the car, turned around and said to the man in the passenger seat:

"When you get to the place, give me back the cotton-padded jacket."

"As for that, I can't even bear to part with my cotton-padded jacket."

"Stop talking nonsense, there is no sunshine outside, can't you see it yourself?" The driver said angrily: "It will freeze to death in this place. I suggest you get off the car and find a hole to bury yourself quickly, but don't see it.

Just throw the fire at them, most of them are bandits."

"Okay, okay."

Li Ozi rubbed his disguised face, took off his cotton-padded jacket, and picked up his luggage from under his feet. He thought about it, took out his terminal from his pocket, and handed it to the driver.

"Brother, can I trade this for you for a pack of cigarettes?"

"That's it? What kind of garbage terminal are you? You're worth just one pack!"
Chapter completed!