Becoming an Emperor Starting from the World of The Wandering Earth

"Damn it, Linda, what are you thinking?"

"Ms. Betty, Murphy's greatest strength lies in his public persona. And now that his persona is established, a direct attack on him will definitely be ineffective."

Betty nodded: "So?"

"So what we need to do is not attack his public image," Linda said, a cold glint in her eyes, "but interpret it, or rather, over-interpret it."

Betty's eyes lit up. "Go on."

"It's certainly a good thing that he opened a relief window to take in homeless people. But a good thing can also be interpreted in another way."

Betty's breath hitched. "You mean?"

"Yes, it's a private armed force."

Betty's eyes lit up completely.

"He gathered homeless people, formed a private armed force, and intended to oppose the coalition government and seize control of the area." Linda read the sentence out word by word. "This charge is enough to get him into serious trouble."

"Well said." Betty stood up, patted Linda on the shoulder, and said, "Linda, I knew you were reliable."

Betty couldn't help but laugh, picked up her coffee cup, and gently swirled it.

"Linda, you're much smarter than your father's generation. They just buried their heads in their work, letting others step on them to climb up without saying a word. You're different; you know how to step on them back."

Linda stood to the side without saying a word.

The living room was quiet for a few seconds.

"Go ahead and do it, but don't rush. Make sure you're well-prepared. This time, I'm going to crush that yellow-skinned monkey in one fell swoop."

"Yes, Ms. Betty."

"Oh, right."

Suddenly, Betty's voice came from behind, "Those media outlets, you can be a little more lenient with their budgets. This time, I'm going to show that yellow-skinned monkey what a real information war is."

"Yes, ma'am."

If Murphy knew about Betty Warren's efforts, he would most likely say, "You can't be that good."

The American system, to put it bluntly, is a top-down design aimed at appeasing the lower classes and sowing discord among the middle classes – a kind of "bread and butter" mentality.

In the eyes of families whose ancestors have been listed in Ivy League alumni directories for three generations and whose estate deeds are thicker than dictionaries, Betty Warren is just an interesting ornament and a tool.

Unfortunately, Murphy was unaware of this, as he was currently busy dealing with Garcia.

Inside the factory's third-floor office, Garcia was praising Murphy in a strange tone.

"Sir, you are such a good man. Oh, if I think about it, hiring workers and distributing supplies to the homeless, you are simply a savior sent by God. But sir, if this continues, we will go bankrupt."

Murphy gave an awkward laugh. "Isn't it a bit too much?"

Garcia didn't say anything, but simply pushed the tablet in his hand forward.

Murphy looked down.

The screen displays a detailed financial statement.

The most striking thing is that the working capital balance is only 4527300 credit points.

"Sir," Garcia's voice softened, but the resentment was still there, "you need to open a new relief window, hire 100 workers, and build a vertical farm later, all of which cost money."

He stretched out his finger and tapped on the screen for those large expenditure items.

"The relief window consumes 37,000 credits daily. Although the relief center isn't officially operational yet, the site has been rented, renovation work has begun, and an advance payment of 280,000 has already been made. There's also the selection of a site for the vertical farm, equipment price inquiries, and technical consultations..."

Garcia looked up, his eyes fixed on Murphy.

"Sir, all of this combined, our current working capital can only last for another four months at most."

"Of course, if you sell the inventory in the factory, you can probably raise 13 million credits."

Murphy gave an awkward smile; he knew, of course, that the supplies in the warehouse couldn't be touched.

"Okay, Garcia, you work on the vertical farming plan first, I'll figure out the funding."

"Alright, sir!"

Garcia glanced at Murphy; he was truly worried sick about Murphy and the factory.

After Garcia left, Murphy couldn't help but press his temples. Although he didn't want to admit it, the funding gap that Garcia mentioned was indeed a big problem.

No matter how ambitious your plans are, without funding, they are ultimately just castles in the air.

Close your eyes, let your thoughts stir, and the light screen will appear.

Host: Murphy

Current Faith Points: 10907

Current redemption level: 1

The numbers are still changing.

+1……+1……+3……+2……

After more than a month of accumulation, plus his previous speeches, he has now accumulated 10907 faith points, and the growth momentum has not slowed down at all.

Judging by its momentum, it might even break 15,000.

What happens after that?

Should I keep saving it, or spend it directly?

First of all, upgrading is definitely not an option.

Upgrading requires 10000 points, and once you've used them all, you're done.

The items in the Level 2 Green Mall will definitely be better, but given how this mall operates, white items will start at several thousand, while green items will definitely cost tens of thousands.

What's the difference between now and seeing a bunch of great things that you can't afford then?

Moreover, there are good things among white items these days.

Murphy's gaze fell on the first item.

White Treasure Chest: 1000 Faith Points.

He noticed this thing from the beginning, but he couldn't bear to part with it.

1000 points, bet on a random item.

If you're lucky enough to get a green, yellow, or even red color, it's a huge win.

If you're unlucky and get some useless junk, all your points will be wasted.

The problem is that Murphy has never believed in luck since he was a child.

In your past life, you never even won five dollars in the lottery. Now you're using your faith points to gamble?

What if you accidentally get a premium rice variety? That would be amazing!

Next, improve basic cohesion (5 people).

Murphy raised an eyebrow slightly.

This is also a good thing. Click on the details, and a line of small text pops up on the screen.

After use, it can significantly enhance the target audience's sense of identification and cohesion with the host.

To put it bluntly, it's a low-budget version of brainwashing.

It's theoretically very useful.

For example, using it on Wilson, or on his special operations team, could further elevate the loyalty of the core group.

The problem is that the loyalty of his core circle was already quite high, to the point that it was practically like worshipping God.

Spending another 2000 points to enhance it would be a bit of a waste.

Cross it out.

Lie Detector (30 minutes): 2000 Faith Points.

This thing… Murphy clicked his tongue.

Within 30 minutes, you can tell if the other person is lying.

When dealing with those old foxes, being able to tell whether they're telling the truth or lying is like having X-ray vision.

The problem is, he's currently in contact with only a few people.

Irving, Sofia, Thomas, and Mia are all shrewd people; there's little reason for them to lie.

Moreover, 2000 points can only be used for 30 minutes.

too expensive.

The next item was the Raider drone, worth 4000 Faith Points, and Murphy's gaze lingered on it for a long time.

This is a true military-grade killing machine.