Becoming an Emperor Starting from the World of The Wandering Earth

"Therefore, I will give priority to technical skills when recruiting one hundred full-time workers this time."

"I will give priority to those who are skilled, knowledgeable about machinery, can weld, or can operate machine tools."

"Because once these people join the factory, they can immediately get started, immediately produce value, and immediately help me run the factory more smoothly. Only when the factory makes money can I support more people, open more relief channels, and pay wages to more people."

"I know that many of you lack skills, but that doesn't mean you're stupid; it just means that the world hasn't given you the opportunity."

As he spoke, Murphy bowed again to the audience.

"So, I apologize, I can't hire all of you in the factory. I really want to, but I can't."

"I can only guarantee that those with technical skills will come in first. Once the factory makes money and expands, and needs more people, I will definitely, absolutely prioritize you."

After speaking, Murphy straightened up, his eyes already a little red.

The crowd fell silent for a few seconds.

Suddenly, a gaunt middle-aged man in the crowd knelt down with a thud and kowtowed heavily to Murphy on the platform.

"Mr. Murphy! Please don't say that! Please don't apologize to us!"

"You gave us a way to survive! You gave us a hot meal! You even treated us like human beings! You still need to hire workers! You still need to pay wages!!"

He kowtowed again.

"You're doing a good deed! You're an incredibly kind person! You're not a capitalist! You're an angel sent by God to save us!"

The elderly woman who had been interviewed earlier knelt down shakily and kept making the sign of the cross in front of her chest.

"God bless you, Mr. Murphy, God bless you..."

Immediately afterwards, more people knelt down.

"Mr. Murphy! You don't need to apologize!"

"It's because we're useless! It's because we lack the skills!"

"We are already extremely grateful that you have given us a meal!"

"Mr. Murphy! Thank you! Thank you!"

Cries, shouts of gratitude, and prayers mingled together.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please get up. Your kneeling makes me feel even worse."

"Those who are interested can register at the window now. We will screen them, and those who meet the requirements can start work tomorrow."

"Thank you, Mr. Murphy."

Amidst praise and lauded comments, Murphy left the relief station, leaving Emily behind with a complex expression.

Meanwhile, in a temperature-controlled UEG-dedicated apartment building in downtown Houston, Betty Warren sat on the living room sofa, watching a projection screen in front of her.

At this moment, the screen was repeatedly playing footage of Murphy's speech at the Southeast District relief window.

"Damn it, you pretentious yellow-skinned monkey."

Seeing so many people supporting Murphy, Betty felt a surge of resentment and grabbed the coffee cup next to her, throwing it away violently.

Hearing the noise, a woman in her early thirties quickly walked forward.

Linda Wu has been Betty's personal secretary for several years and is already used to Betty's temper.

Without needing to say much, they quickly cleaned the floor and then served a freshly brewed cup of coffee.

However, Betty didn't touch the coffee; she just stared hatefully at Murphy's face on the screen.

On what grounds?

Why is that pretty boy so successful?

She did almost everything she could to climb to that position.

Whether it's the three major express delivery companies (STO Express, YTO Express, ZTO Express, and Yunda Express) or sandwich cookies.

She has performed almost all the high-difficulty stunts that have appeared in action movies, and she has done them all even better.

As a result, that damned Murphy actually made a fortune by relying on the assets left by his father, and was even able to chat and laugh with high-ranking government officials. How could she stand that?

Especially recently, her proposal was rejected.

"Linda, you saw it. What is he doing? He's buying people's hearts. With those moldy beans and watered-down broth, he's turning those trashy homeless people into his followers. What are they shouting? God? Angels?"

Betty suddenly sneered and turned to look at Linda.

"He's of Asian descent, and so are you. What do you suggest we do?"

As mentioned before, Betty is also Asian, but of course she doesn't accept it; she always considers herself to be white.

And they wholeheartedly believe in that American bullshit.

Therefore, she puts her all into her work, and climbing over others' shoulders to get ahead is just the basics for her.

They are even more daring in social situations.

She provides whatever those powerful white men, whether they're seasoned veterans on Capitol Hill or muscle-bound cowboys on military contracts, like.

She even thought that because she had received gifts from those noble bloodlines, she had been assimilated and elevated.

Of course, Linda knew what Betty was thinking, but in order to keep her own job, she certainly couldn't say it.

After all, she has paid a heavy price to get to where she is today.

"Ms. Betty, you're right. Murphy is indeed using the relief window to build his reputation. And I've also heard that he seems to have started a new security company a few days ago and has begun recruiting security personnel."

Betty's eyes narrowed.

"Security team?"

“Yes,” Linda paused, “and I heard he’s also planning to build a vertical farm.”

"Vertical farming?"

Upon hearing this, Betty scoffed, "A dead monkey, what does he know about building vertical farms? Does he understand agriculture? Does he understand closed-loop ecosystems?"

It doesn't matter if he doesn't understand.

Linda's voice remained calm: "Once this news gets out, people will naturally believe it."

Betty was silent for a few seconds, then stood up and walked to the window.

Outside the window, Austin enjoyed a rare sunny day, but Betty knew it was only temporary.

Tomorrow, the day after, next week, that damned ice rain will come back, just like Murphy's damn face, you can't shake it off.

Suddenly, Betty turned around and stared intently at Linda.

"Linda, why does he support so many homeless people? Just so they'll kneel down and call him God?"

Linda did not answer immediately.

She walked to the coffee table, picked up the newspaper clipping that was stained with coffee, glanced at it, and then looked up.

"Ms. Betty, do you remember when he saved that little girl in front of the Parliament building?"

Betty frowned: "I remember, why?"

"After that day, his public image was established."

Linda put the clipping back on the coffee table. "Don't you think the information that was later dug up online came about too coincidentally?"

Upon hearing this, Betty immediately stared intently at Linda.

"You mean, he released those messages himself?"

"He may not have put it there himself," Linda said, "but he definitely gave it a push. He knows the media, he knows public opinion, and he knows how to portray himself as a civilian hero."

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