At this moment, a voice came from the driver's Bluetooth headset: "Agree to their price, just get them into the car."
The driver smiled: "Then let's say two yuan per person."
The same fare as a public bus.
Seven people, just fourteen yuan.
Tom looked at the wealthy Little Taotie: "This price is acceptable."
All the money was with the "little manager," Little Taotie.
Wukong eagerly watched Little Taotie, waiting for her to pay, then he got on the car first, choosing the seat next to the driver. He loved sitting there, as if he were the driver himself, sharing the driver's perspective.
Little Taotie didn't immediately reach for the money but instead asked, "Uncle, the yuan you mentioned, which country's money is it?"
The driver laughed heartily: "You're a Hua Country person, right? Then it's Hua Country currency!"
Tom frowned: "Isn't M-currency used all over this Little Island?"
The driver waved his hand with a smile: "Whatever you like, you can give M-currency too."
