Becoming an Emperor Starting from the World of The Wandering Earth

Murphy ignored her and turned to walk down the steps of the platform.

The crowd parted automatically to make way for him, every pair of eyes were fixed on him, and every face was filled with fervor.

Surrounded by the crowd, Murphy walked to the pile of supplies.

Garcia and his men had already prepared everything.

Boxes of compressed biscuits, neatly stacked cans of beans, and several large buckets of steaming hot stewed meat soup.

There were also stacks of dark green things next to him, which were raincoats that Garcia had bought overnight to keep warm.

Murphy casually picked up a raincoat, unfolded it, and then turned to face the crowd.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" his voice rang out again, "The relief supplies have arrived today. Please line up one by one, do not push or shove."

"Everyone has hot soup, beans, compressed biscuits, and this—clothes to keep out the rain."

The crowd began to line up automatically, and although there was still some commotion, it quickly quieted down.

Instead of returning to the platform, Murphy went directly to the first position at the supplies distribution point.

He nodded to the staff member in charge of distributing the items, then extended his hand.

The staff member paused for a moment, then instinctively handed him the bowl of freshly served meat soup.

Murphy took the soup bowl and turned to face the line.

The first one is the young mother holding her child.

Her eyes were still red, and she froze when she saw Murphy walking over with a bowl in her hand.

Murphy walked up to her and handed her the soup bowl.

"Take it."

Taking the soup bowl from Murphy, the young mother's lips trembled several times before she could speak: "Thank you, Mr. Murphy."

Murphy didn't say anything, just smiled at her, then picked up a raincoat from the side, unfolded it, draped it over her shoulders, and pulled it closer to cover the head of the child in her arms.

"Put the raincoat on the child; it's getting cold at night, don't let him get cold."

The young mother's tears streamed down her face instantly.

She opened her mouth, as if to say something, but couldn't utter a word; she could only nod frantically.

Murphy patted her arm and then turned to the next person.

A bowl of soup, a raincoat, and a sentence.

He personally handed over every bowl of soup, personally draped every raincoat over everyone's shoulders, and looked each person in the eye, saying, "Take care, see you tomorrow."

The line was moving forward, and Murphy was walking forward.

Those who received their gifts did not leave immediately. Instead, they stood outside the line, holding their soup bowls and wearing raincoats, watching Murphy's retreating figure.

Some people in the crowd began to sob softly, some muttered something under their breath, and some clasped their hands together and murmured to themselves in Murphy's direction.

"God, can you see this...?"

"Mr. Murphy, Mr. Murphy..."

"Thank you, thank you..."

Murphy couldn't hear those murmurs, and even if he did, he wouldn't have time to pay attention.

He just kept handing out soup, putting on raincoats, and saying that one sentence.

Bowl after bowl.

One after another.

The queue finally reached its end.

Murphy handed the last bowl of soup to a skinny boy, draped a raincoat over his shoulders, and patted his withered shoulders.

The boy, holding the soup bowl, stared blankly at Murphy, then suddenly burst into tears.

Murphy didn't try to comfort him; she just smiled at him and then turned away.

Garcia immediately stepped forward and handed over a wet towel.

Murphy took it, wiped his hands, and then, under the almost reverent gaze of the crowd, returned to the platform.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today I have another big announcement to make."

The crowd fell silent instantly, everyone perking up their ears.

Murphy raised his right hand and extended his index finger.

"First, our Mo's Energy will be expanding its workforce. In order to enable everyone to live a happy life, I have decided to recruit another one hundred full-time workers starting tomorrow."

As soon as he finished speaking, a gasp of surprise erupted from the crowd.

One hundred!

Regular worker!

In a world where countless people are desperately trying to find a job, what does a hundred positions for permanent workers mean?

This means that one hundred families can survive.

Murphy raised his hand to quiet the crowd, and the crowd fell silent again.

"Secondly! My plan is to build a vertical farm next to the factory."

Someone in the crowd gasped.

Vertical farming?

What kind of closed agricultural system can produce vegetables and even raise fish indoors year-round?

Isn't that something only large conglomerates and projects heavily supported by UEG can afford?

Mr. Murphy wants to build a vertical farm?

"With this farm," Murphy's voice continued, "we can grow our own vegetables, raise our own fish, and produce our own food. We won't be completely dependent on UEG rations anymore, and we won't have to put up with those bureaucrats."

"At that time, the food in the factory canteen will be more plentiful, and there will be more meat and more vegetables in the hot soup at the relief window."

Murphy extended his third finger.

"Third! All newly hired full-time workers will have their meals and accommodation provided, and will also receive a monthly salary of 100 credit points!"

boom!!

The crowd erupted in chaos.

Meals and accommodation included!

100 credits per month!

"Oh my God!!!"

"Mr. Murphy!!!"

"I want to sign up! I want to sign up!!"

"Mr. Murphy, choose me. I don't want 100, I only want 50."

"Get lost! Mr. Murphy has been so good to us, and you still dare to ask for credit points? Mr. Murphy, choose me, I don't want it."

The crowd went completely wild.

100 credits may not seem like much, but with food and lodging included, they have no extra expenses and can easily save them up.

Furthermore, credits now have extremely strong purchasing power; 100 credits, if used frugally, are more than enough for a strong adult man to live on for half a month.

In a world where most people don't even know where their next meal will come from, this is simply paradise!

People pushed and shoved forward as if getting closer to him would bring them closer to one of the hundred available spots.

Murphy stood on the high platform, and only after the frenzied wave subsided a little did he raise his hands again and press them down.

The noise from the crowd gradually subsided, and everyone stared at him expectantly, waiting for him to continue.

Then, Murphy did something that surprised everyone.

He suddenly bent down and bowed deeply to the dark mass of people below the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I want to apologize to you."

A confused whisper arose from the crowd.

Apologize?

What is Mr. Murphy apologizing for?

Murphy straightened up, his face full of guilt. "I just said I wanted to hire one hundred full-time workers."

"But I have to tell you the truth. I am Murphy, I am the owner of this factory, and I am also... a capitalist."

When those two words were uttered, the audience fell silent for a moment.

"I need to make money. My factory needs to operate, I need to buy raw materials, and I need to pay taxes. If the factory loses money, if I can't make money, I won't be able to pay your wages, and I won't be able to continue operating these relief windows."

Murphy stretched out his hand and pointed to the container houses behind him.