Becoming an Emperor Starting from the World of The Wandering Earth

Later, Cheng Hongtu became a regular at the relief window.

Later, when the factory expanded its workforce to include temporary workers, he worked hard to perform well and was eventually hired as a member of the security team.

Nancy, Kirk, and Peter all had similar experiences.

Without exception, it was Murphy, this factory, that pulled them out of the mire, gave them a way to survive, and restored their dignity as human beings.

Murphy never put on airs as a boss. He remembered everyone's name, cared about their families, and would always remind his colleagues to get extra food for the cafeteria when it was served.

In this day and age, when human life is as cheap as grass, this kind of goodness is more precious than gold.

Moreover, for some reason, every time I see Mr. Murphy and listen to him speak, I feel particularly at ease and convinced. I feel that if I work with him, there is hope and a future to be had.

This feeling has long transcended a simple employer-employee relationship.

So when Murphy asked, "How well does the factory treat you? How well do I treat you?" Cheng Hongtu's reply, "It couldn't be better," almost came out of his mouth.

He didn't know why Mr. Murphy had suddenly called them over.

But he knew that Mr. Murphy must have his reasons for everything he did.

All they need to do is listen and support.

"Okay, just remember this kindness."

Murphy took it all in.

He released his hand from Cheng Hongtu's shoulder and patted Nancy, Kirk, and Peter in turn.

Then, Murphy spoke.

"You know the current situation better than I do. Energy rationing is becoming increasingly tight, and robberies in the city have spread from night to day. Let me ask you a question. If one day someone threatens the company, threatens me, what will you do?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Hongtu clenched his fist.

"Who dares to threaten you, sir?"

The four young people's eyes widened almost the instant Murphy finished speaking.

"Who is it?" Maren's voice came from behind.

The security supervisor strode forward, his eyes darting around the factory, as if he were about to lock onto a potential enemy.

"Sir, tell me the name, and I'll go kill him right now."

Upon hearing this, Murphy's lips curled up, and then he raised his hand and pressed down.

"It's not about anyone in particular, just in case. Things are getting more and more chaotic outside, and we'll be expanding our operations even further."

"The current security setup is sufficient for daily patrols and maintaining order in the workshop, but it's not enough to deal with organized threats. So today I'd like to introduce a new member to you."

Murphy turned to the side, gesturing for Wilson to come forward.

"This is Wilson Bryan. Starting today, I've decided to divide the company's security into two units."

"Malen, you are still the head of the security inspection department, responsible for the security of the factory area. You are more familiar with these matters than I am, so I trust you with these responsibilities."

"In addition, I plan to establish a new special operations team, which will be directly under my command."

Murphy turned to Wilson, "And the captain is Wilson, who is in charge of eliminating all external forces that threaten the factory, threaten me, and threaten each and every one of us."

As soon as he finished speaking, Malen's face turned red instantly.

"Sir, why do you want to do this? I can handle special operations teams too. I used to lead tactical groups in the police department, and I know all about SWAT procedures. If you need to defend against organized threats, I can put together a capable team for you."

He didn't look at Wilson, but everyone felt that gaze—a hostility that was not concealed at all.

But Murphy didn't answer immediately; instead, he raised his hand and placed it on Mullen's shoulder.

"Maren, how many years have you been with my dad?"

Maren paused for a moment.

"Fifteen years, sir. When Mr. Murphy was still alive, I was the head of the security team at the factory."

"Fifteen years," Murphy repeated.

"In these fifteen years, the factory has expanded from two warehouses to operations in three industrial zones, and the number of workers has increased from thirty to more than two hundred and eighty. Fire inspections, labor inspections, community disputes—you've always been the one to step in and resolve them."

Malen's lips moved slightly, "That's what I should do..."

"Yes, it's your job," Murphy interrupted him. "Because you're the supervisor, in charge of administration, coordination, and all that drudgery that requires sitting down and haggling with the police, UEG inspectors, and community representatives. But tactical training and battlefield combat aren't your forte."

Murphy stared intently at Mullen. "When was the last time you conducted live-fire exercises? How many times have you led targeted eliminations of high-risk targets?"

Maren opened his mouth; he knew his own strengths and weaknesses.

He's good at management, but he's really not good at real combat.

After a moment of silence, Mullen reluctantly took a step back, but still stared at Wilson with an unfriendly expression.

As a long-time employee who had worked in the factory for 15 years, coupled with Murphy's various actions after taking office and his constant brainwashing by his charismatic aura, I was deeply moved.

Mullen had long been Murphy's loyal lackey.

Mullen had always believed he would protect Murphy and the factory until he died.

Now that Wilson has suddenly appeared and is trying to take his job, he is really annoyed.

But since Murphy had already spoken, he would absolutely comply no matter how uncomfortable he felt.

After calming Malen down, Murphy turned to Cheng Hongtu and the others.

"You already know the arrangements, now put on your equipment immediately."

The four people turned around almost simultaneously.

Not far away, Garcia had already signaled to the logistics personnel to bring in a complete set of military equipment.

Tactical vest, quick-draw holster, communication headset, knee and elbow pads, tactical helmet...

Four minutes later.

Murphy nodded as he looked at the four people who were already fully equipped.

"Wilson, starting today, these four men are yours."

Wilson nodded.

"Yes, sir."

"Okay, I believe in you, Wilson. I believe you can satisfy me. Go on, go practice."

Watching Maren and his group leave, Garcia, who hadn't spoken until now, gestured with his chin and suddenly asked, "Sir, isn't this going too far? The factory already has over twenty security guards, why bother setting up a special operations team?"

In response to Garcia's question, Murphy shook his head. "Garcia, what do you think of the current global situation?"

Garcia was silent for a moment before slowly uttering a single word, "Chaos, a complete mess."

"Well said."

Garcia's description is not an exaggeration at all.

It's not just chaotic, it's absolutely rotten.

Even in my previous life, things were already quite lively in America.

Every now and then you can see on the news that a large group of people have taken to the streets to march with signs, followed by a frenzy of zero-dollar purchases.

In addition, school shootings and the final moments of freedom for American men are just a few of the many incidents that have occurred.

Compared to the world of The Wandering Earth, the chaos of my past life seems like child's play.

The sun is about to explode, plus the wartime centralized supply system implemented by the UEG.

Finance, real estate, entertainment, light industry... large swaths of businesses were shut down.

Countless people lost their jobs, their income, and their means of survival overnight.

Land was being expropriated, and the climate was becoming increasingly erratic.

Despair grows wildly in everyone's heart like weeds.