Becoming an Emperor Starting from the World of The Wandering Earth

As soon as he finished speaking, Murphy felt relieved; he had finally managed to fool these old foxes.

He immediately broke into a genuine smile, quickly poured himself a glass of wine, and then raised it high.

"Uncle Irving, Aunt Sophia, Uncle Thomas, Ms. Washington, thank you for your trust and support! This glass is a toast to our future, a toast to our shared choice!"

The other four also raised their glasses.

Without saying anything more, the five wine glasses clinked lightly in the air, producing a crisp and brief sound.

After discussing in detail the division of labor, confidential communication, and material input, the secret meeting finally came to a conclusion.

Irving glanced at his watch and stood up first, followed by Sofia and Mia.

"It's getting late, we should go." Owen put on his coat, patted Murphy on the shoulder, and said, "Murphy, get a more detailed draft of the site selection, exploration, and initial supplies list as soon as possible. Contact me directly if you need any assistance."

"Understood, Uncle Owen, I will do it as soon as possible." Murphy nodded in agreement, then personally accompanied the group out of the banquet hall.

Under the porch of the manor, the icy rain continued to drizzle. Murphy shook hands with Owen, Sophia, and Mia one by one to say goodbye, watching them get into their respective waiting cars.

Only then did Murphy seem to suddenly remember something, and quickly walked towards Thomas, who was waiting for the car.

"Uncle Thomas, please wait a moment. There's something I'd like to ask you privately."

Thomas stopped what he was doing, his face expressionless, but he raised his eyebrows slightly, signaling Murphy to continue.

"Well, I submitted the registration application for Mo's Industrial Security Services to the Department of Public Safety a while ago. I wonder... what stage the approval process is at?"

Upon hearing this, Thomas's gaze lingered on Murphy's face for two seconds before he nodded. "I've reviewed the application; there aren't any major problems. It was approved yesterday, and the official documents should be sent to your company in the next day or two."

Murphy's face lit up with a relieved expression: "That's great, thank you Uncle Thomas."

"You're welcome," Thomas waved his hand, then changed the subject, "However, I'm a little curious. Don't you already have a security department? Why are you starting a security service company?"

Murphy didn't answer immediately, but turned to look at the cold, rainy night outside the door.

Despite the bright lights, it was already past midnight, but muffled sounds resembling thunder could still be heard occasionally from afar.

That wasn't lightning; it was the sound of gunfire and looting by rioters in the city.

"Uncle Thomas, you've heard it too. Things are getting worse every day. My factory feeds hundreds of people and has a relief window open, so there are quite a few people watching here every day. Last week, my convoy of raw materials was almost intercepted on the way."

"The existing few security guards are not enough, so I want to prepare some necessary self-protection measures."

Murphy didn't say what he was going to say next, but Thomas already knew what it meant.

A few seconds later, Thomas slowly nodded.

"You're right. In this day and age, if you don't have some real assets, you really can't protect your family business."

"I've arranged all the equipment you requested. Remember, the shelter must not be delayed."

"Thank you so much, Uncle Thomas! I feel so reassured with your support."

"Okay, I'm leaving."

After saying that, he didn't linger and quickly got into the black car that had arrived at some unknown time.

Watching the car drive away, Murphy took a deep breath. Everything was ready now, and the next step was the major expansion.

........................

In the third-floor office of the factory in the southern suburbs of Houston, a week has passed since the Austin Energy Summit ended.

Murphy looked out the window at the relentless, icy rain and shook his head.

This awful weather, I wonder when it will ever end.

Even though it's summer now, the overall temperature in Texas has remained around 15 degrees Celsius.

If this continues, there will likely be even fewer homeless people coming to the relief window.

It's not that his relief window is closed, but that everyone has died.

However, he couldn't change the current situation. He pulled himself back to reality, and a thought flickered in his mind.

Host: Murphy

Current Faith Points: 5803

Current redemption level: 1

The number settled at 5803, an increase of more than 1,300 points compared to 4503 points when I returned from Austin a week ago.

But the growth rate that used to jump by several or even a dozen points per minute has now completely stopped.

That's how it is in the internet age; news has a pitifully short shelf life.

His videos and photos of rescuing a little girl and giving a speech in the rain, after an initial explosive spread, have been quickly replaced by new tragedies or a newly issued austerity policy by UEG.

The public's emotion and enthusiasm came quickly, but also faded just as fast.

Unless he can continue to create new "highlights", this wave of faith dividends will be exhausted.

However, 5803 points is still enough.

Murphy stared at the number, first exchanging the fine rice and fresh pork for the items in the shop and storing them in the warehouse later, then figuring out what else to exchange for.

Murphy's gaze lingered between the white treasure chest and the raider drone for a while before he finally decided to exchange for the talent recruitment order.

Military strength can be accumulated slowly, and technology can be updated over time, but talented people who can stand alone are rare and hard to find.

Garcia is loyal and reliable, but he is old and his energy is limited.

With each department head preoccupied with their own responsibilities and unable to attend to everything, he desperately needed a core member who could understand his ambitions and execute his plans.

As the exchange information was sent, the next second, Murphy felt a slight weight in his palm. Looking down, he saw a small, palm-sized, antique-looking dark red triangular flag appear out of thin air in his hand.

Immediately, a message entered my mind.

Using the summoning order is very simple; just shake it gently and silently say "use" in your mind.

Its function is to summon a talent who is beneficial to the host's current situation.

But the word "beneficial" itself contains infinite possibilities.

Military, management, technology, logistics...

Overall, even if the engineer who comes can help him optimize the factory production line, the 1000 points will still be well spent.

According to the information, Murphy held up a small flag and waved it in the air.

Just as the flagpole gently swayed, the small flag quickly changed from solid to ethereal, transforming into a wisp of red light mist that vanished into the air in an instant.

"That's it?" Murphy was stunned for a moment, then opened his palm and looked at it; it was empty.

"Where are they? When will they arrive? How will they appear?" A series of questions arose.

The products sold in this online store are really not user-friendly at all.

He walked back to his desk and sat down, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the surface as he began to speculate about how this so-called talent would appear.

Will they show up directly at the factory gate, or will they submit their resumes like ordinary people to apply for jobs?

Or perhaps a "hermit" who was moved by his deeds came to him on his own initiative.

How long will it take? A day? A week?