Becoming an Emperor Starting from the World of The Wandering Earth

Murphy looked at him, said nothing, and simply nodded slightly.

There was a two-second silence in the office.

Wilson's heel touched the ground.

"Understood, sir. I'll arrange it immediately."

"Go."

Wilson turned to leave, but just as he reached the door, Murphy's voice came from behind him again.

"By the way, when the news gets out, don't forget to add some details."

Murphy tapped his finger lightly on the table. "For example, Holt spent 1.3 million to buy this batch of goods. But he didn't have enough money, so he had to use 40% of the goods to pay off the debt."

As soon as Murphy spoke, Wilson understood what he meant.

"Understood, sir!"

Wilson saluted again and then strode out.

The office door closed gently.

Murphy leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the ceiling.

After a while, he stood up and went to the window again.

Downstairs, the workers were still busy.

Holt needs to be attacked, and the other gangs need to be defended against.

Both sides need the goods, and both sides have to pay.

All he and Wilson had to do was stand in the middle, hand over the goods, and collect the credits.

As for who lives and who dies after the fight...

Murphy looked away, turned back to his desk, picked up the credit cards, and tossed them lightly in his hand.

What does it have to do with me?

All he needs is for these people to keep playing and keep buying.

Beat them until everyone remembers the name Price.

Moreover, there is another advantage to doing it this way.

Thinking of this, Murphy couldn't help but chuckle twice.

Now that the funding problem has been alleviated, he can move on to the next step.

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

Time flies, and half a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

The lights in the banquet hall of Oak Estate remained soft.

Murphy sat to the right of the head of the table, with Irving to his left and Sophia and Mia opposite him, while Thomas sat at the other end of the long table.

Five people made up the core circle of the mutual aid society.

After several rounds of drinks and five courses of food,

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting lively, Murphy put down his knife and fork, stood up, and raised his glass.

"Uncle Irwin, Aunt Sophia, Uncle Thomas, Ms. Washington."

Murphy's gaze swept over the four faces one by one. "This glass is for you all. Thank you for your support during this time, especially Uncle Thomas."

As he spoke, Murphy turned to Thomas and bowed slightly. "You've really helped me a lot. If it weren't for Uncle Thomas's help, I really wouldn't have been able to set up my security company."

Thomas waved his hand, raised his glass in a gesture of respect, and said, "It's my job, don't be shy. How's your security company doing?"

"Thanks to you, things went relatively smoothly."

Murphy smiled. "We've already taken on a few orders. They're not big, but at least we've made our first sale."

The group clinked glasses and drank their drinks.

Murphy put down his glass and then clapped his hands.

The side door of the banquet hall opened, and several servants in dark uniforms filed in, each carrying an exquisite mahogany tray with a thin credit card on it.

After the credit cards were distributed, the servants all withdrew.

Irving glanced down at the credit cards on the tray, picked one up, and looked at the numbers on it. His eyebrows twitched slightly.

"Murphy, what...does this mean?"

The group exchanged glances but remained silent, looking at the trays beside them and then at Murphy.

Murphy, still smiling, walked back to his seat but didn't sit down immediately.

"I have always kept your support in mind over the past few months, so I specially prepared this little something to express my gratitude."

Irving looked at him, paused for two seconds, then laughed, reached out and ripped the prepaid card into his inner pocket. "Well done. But you didn't just call everyone here today to hand out money, did you?"

Upon hearing this, Murphy laughed and did not deny it.

"Uncle Owen is indeed a wise man."

Murphy sat back down in his chair, picked up his glass, and took a sip.

"To be honest, there is something else I'd like to discuss with you all today." Murphy paused, his gaze sweeping over the four people present.

"Actually, the main issue is the shelter. I've already chosen the location; it's forty miles south of Houston, below an abandoned mine. That mine was originally for mining limestone; it's deep enough and structurally stable, so converting it into a shelter will save a lot of work."

Irving raised an eyebrow slightly. "An abandoned mine? It's not registered with UEG?"

"no."

Murphy shook his head. "That mine was abandoned ten years ago. The ownership changed hands several times, eventually ending up in the hands of a small company that has gone bankrupt. I had someone check the records, and that company was deregistered three years ago. The mine is currently unclaimed. As long as we don't make a big fuss, no one will notice."

Sofia adjusted her glasses. "Where are the construction workers? Where are you going to find them?"

"Pull them from my factory." Murphy was prepared for this.

"The core construction team consists of long-time employees from my factory, so their loyalty is not an issue. Only the external earthwork transportation is outsourced, but don't worry, they only know that they are going to build a warehouse, they don't know the specifics of what they are doing."

Of course, Murphy made it sound very nice, but in reality, it was all a lie.

It can't be said to be fake; he did indeed have people cleaning up the mine pit, but the purpose wasn't to create a so-called refuge.

"but……"

Murphy sighed, then changed the subject, "But I've run into some trouble lately."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the four people changed slightly.

"What's the trouble?" Irving was the first to speak.

Murphy didn't answer immediately, but instead picked up his glass and took another sip, seemingly organizing his thoughts.

"What else could it be? It's a funding problem."

"Murphy, I heard your company recently opened a new vertical farm. How can you be short of money?"

Upon hearing this, Murphy cursed inwardly.

These white pigs have really gotten used to being vampires.

During this period, he donated quite a bit of political money to these people.

Limited edition cigars, antique pocket watches, special operations funds—every month there's a fixed amount, without fail.

He didn't even leave out Mia Washington, the newcomer.

The community renovation pilot project recently undertaken by the energy affairs office in charge of the other party involved over 60% of the building materials and equipment procurement through Mo's Energy's channels.

Not to mention the business alliance they had previously formed on the periphery.

They've been fed so much, and now that I've mentioned a tight budget, they're all pretending not to understand.

Despite cursing in his heart, Murphy didn't show it on his face.

"Of course, Uncle Owen, Uncle Thomas... you don't need to worry, I already have a solution."

As he spoke, Murphy turned to look at Sophia and Mia.

"Aunt Sofia, Ms. Mia, I recall that you two have coordination authority over energy allocation and site maintenance?"

Sofia and Mia exchanged a glance. Sofia spoke, "Yes, but only for sites already under UEG's control. What are you planning to do?"

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