Why did the high-speed rail ticket I bought get a refund at the station? Why doesn't my mobile phone show whether the refund is successful or not?

This was originally not put. At present, major railway stations implement the policy of "connecting, withdrawing and signing". Passengers who have not taken out paper train tickets can apply for a refund in official website no later than half an hour before driving; Passengers who take out paper train tickets can only go to the train station window and carry valid certificates such as ID cards consistent with the tickets for refund. Sales outlets cannot refund or change tickets.

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