Othniel smiled. What the system said was right; he could make traditional medicine for sale.
Othniel walked towards a small alley; as far as he knew, there were cheap rental houses here.
"Besides, I can sell traditional medicine; I can also apply to be a food courier again," said Othniel.
Othniel had already met the landlord; Othniel handed over all his savings and then promised to pay the rest before the day of opportunity arrived.
"The most important thing is that I now have a place to live," said Othniel as he sat on the small sofa.
"There's a little money left over; I can use it for lunch. I'll have lunch later, and I'll look for a job at the same time," she continued.
Othniel was sure that if he just applied for a job as a food courier, he would be easily accepted. And in the ev
