Becoming an Emperor Starting from the World of The Wandering Earth

In fact, whether in the past or present, many wealthy people have dedicated themselves to building their own Noah's Ark.

Murphy remembered clearly that in the world before he transmigrated, whenever there was a doomsday prophecy or signs of a global crisis, a group of the wealthiest people would secretly start building doomsday bunkers.

Back in 2012, when the Mayan prophecy was at its most intense, some bigwigs from Silicon Valley and Wall Street spent astronomical sums to buy up abandoned missile silos from the Cold War era and transform them into super fortresses that could withstand nuclear explosions, have their own ecological cycles, and store enough food and drink for decades. They claimed that these fortresses could accommodate hundreds of people, including their entire families and trusted employees.

Even more outrageous are the numerous wealthy individuals who have joined forces to create fully functional bunker communities, practically bringing an entire small society into them.

Therefore, when Murphy presents this shelter blueprint, it's really nothing groundbreaking or novel in the eyes of these seasoned old foxes.

At most, people just think this kid is "quite savvy," knowing how to plan ahead and making big moves, even producing blueprints.

Seeing the expectant looks on everyone's faces, Murphy began to explain.

"With this shelter, we can avoid relying on UEG quotas and not be included in the official list."

"What about supplies and energy?" Thomas asked the most crucial question.

"Don't worry about that. You should know my company. We have a complete production line and all the necessary equipment. We can tailor-make an independent energy system for the shelter to achieve long-term closed-loop operation. As for supplies and ecological recycling technology, we'll have to rely on you all."

"According to my estimate, once the shelters are built, they can accommodate at least 300 people and ensure the continuous regeneration of resources, which will take about 200 years."

Murphy looked up, his gaze fixed intently on the four of them.

"In this way, no matter how the situation on the ground evolves, we will always have a way out. There, we can still protect our power, status, and wealth, and enjoy a life of luxury."

"As for 200 years from now, that's for our children and grandchildren to decide."

After he finished speaking, no one said anything.

None of the four people present were fools; in fact, they were the most astute of all.

They all had similar thoughts to Murphy, more or less, especially now that the situation was becoming increasingly bleak.

Who wouldn't want to have a backup plan?

But while it's a dream, actually making it happen is incredibly difficult.

The most crucial element of Murphy's proposed solution is energy.

Without a stable and sufficiently concealed energy supply, all talk of underground shelters and ecological cycles is nonsense.

Why are they willing to sit here tonight and have a deep conversation with Murphy, this young Chinese-American?

Besides the previous exchange of benefits, a very important point is that they had all visited Murphy's factory.

Murphy's companies and factories may not be as large as those giant corporations, but they have their own unique advantages.

That means comprehensive technology.

American industry has long since declined, and with the rise of Tokyo University, there are not many domestic companies with complete technology.

Even those large multinational corporations mostly purchase from other countries and then assemble them.

But Murphy's company is capable of doing everything, not only refurbishing and repairing, but also producing small batches of various small energy storage devices, and even providing a full range of industrial machine tools.

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This ability might not seem like much in peaceful times, but it would be invaluable in the future when the ground environment deteriorates.

After a long silence, Thomas finally broke it, pointing to the energy zone on the blueprint: "Murphy, what exactly do you mean by an independent energy system? The battery packs you cobbled together from those few small utility machines? That won't last long."

"Of course not."

Murphy was prepared for this. He quickly swiped his finger across the screen to bring up a detailed exploded view of the energy module. "The main body is a modified thorium-based molten salt small reactor, which is not only stable but also has low maintenance requirements."

This modified thorium-based molten salt small reactor is Murphy's prized possession; his father acquired it from the black market at great expense.

Now he's using it as bait to lure people in.

"Sounds good," Irving said, taking a deep drag of his cigar and slowly exhaling.

"But what are you going to do about the enormous amount of materials needed to build an underground shelter, especially the large-scale storage of reactor fuel? The UEG's monitoring of nuclear materials is not just for show."

"So we need everyone's help."

"Okay, even if you can solve the energy and industrial problems, what about food, water and air circulation, and healthcare?" Mia chimed in.

"This is the next phase of the plan."

Murphy turned off the energy module and brought up another schematic diagram of the ecological and agricultural experimental zone.

"I plan to apply for permission to establish a small-scale, enclosed food production unit near the factory under the guise of a community vertical farming experiment. As long as you uncles and aunts are willing to help, everything will be fine."

Silence fell in the room once again.

Murphy's pie in the sky is indeed big and round enough.

Indeed, from the perspective of Texas, Irving, Sofia, Thomas, and even the newcomer Mia Washington are all figures of considerable importance, each wielding some degree of real power.

Irving controls the approval of civilian energy allocation; a slight tightening or loosening of his grip can determine the life or death of many small and medium-sized enterprises. Sofia holds the valve of power transmission; how the lines are laid and where maintenance is prioritized are all matters of her authority.

Thomas, needless to say, is the head of law enforcement operations at the Department of Public Safety. In these increasingly chaotic times, guns and law enforcement power are the hard currency.

Even Mia Washington, though only the newly appointed coordinator of the Special Task Force of the Office of Energy Affairs, is remarkable just from her surname.

But when it comes to allocating core resources and determining who will hold key positions in the future, which of those deeply entrenched white families or the elite of military-industrial complexes will willingly relinquish their positions?

For those who are used to enjoying the flattery of others and the pleasures that come with status, losing power is more painful than death.

Murphy's proposal of this private refuge was like opening a window for these people.

A small world that will be entirely under their control in the future.

There, no parachuted officials come to seize power, and no one will treat them as expendable pawns.

Existing status, wealth, and networks are no longer castles in the air, but tangible resources that can be brought into the refuge and continue to shine there.

There are risks, of course, and they are huge.

However, compared to official arrangements that are likely to be detrimental to oneself, taking matters into one's own hands is much more cost-effective.

"Murphy, you're very bold and have some wild ideas, but I think this is a good idea."

Ultimately, it was the oldest member of the group, Kyrie Irving, who made the decision.