Starcraft: the Fortune-Telling Stall Was Demolished at the Beginning of the Game

I, Xie Jing, am a generation of aspiring young people who traveled from modern cities to ancient farming. I originally wanted to show off my talents and imitate the routines of major farming literature. Who would have thought that in the entrepreneurial era, I would be reduced to fortune-telling and busking on the street. I had a bad start because I was kicked off the stall by my aunt because of my bad mouth... Then he traveled again - but this time the world spanned several levels, reaching straight into the interstellar metaverse! The problem is that I haven't been exposed to high technology for a long time, and I'm really unskilled. How can I live a good life? The system slave was unreliable, so he had no choice but to take out his old business and provide face-reading, fortune-telling, and poison-solving assembly line services to people. He opened his business in the academy, and later drove around in a spaceship! Can't survive on one planet? It doesn't matter! Then move on to the next planet! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.