Becoming an Emperor Starting from the World of The Wandering Earth

Looking at the wolf pack in front of him, Murphy opened his mouth, about to speak, when he suddenly sneezed for no apparent reason.

"Who's insulting me?"

Just as Murphy was wondering why he sneezed, Garcia rushed over.

"Sir, something has happened."

Murphy glanced at him, then at the wolf pack squadron in front of him, and then nodded to Wilson.

"Continue training."

"Yes, sir."

Wilson tapped his heel, turned, and yelled at the field, "What are you all standing there for? Keep going! Red team, Blue team, review the scrimmage! The other two teams, head to field three for weighted cross-country running!"

The forty team members quickly dispersed, and soon the sounds of the exoskeleton hydraulic mechanism and footsteps echoed across the training field again.

After settling Wilson in, Murphy turned and returned to his car.

"Speak, what is it?"

Garcia didn't turn around, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, but his voice carried an unusual seriousness.

"Sir, recently there have been many attacks against you on the Internet."

"Attacked me? What did you say?"

"They say that your establishment of a security company and the opening of relief windows are just ways to win over the people and build a private armed force."

Garcia paused, turned the steering wheel, and the car turned onto the road back to the factory.

"Is that so?"

Murphy raised an eyebrow; the current Murphy Energy was no longer what it used to be.

Everyone in Houston knows that it is the leading private energy company in the city.

In addition, there was the continuous publicity from the propaganda department, the special nature of the physical industry, and the previously established business alliance.

In the entire Texas region, apart from giants like ExxonMobil, Chevron, and Halliburton, there are few companies that can rival it.

But Garcia nodded very firmly, "Yes, and in great detail."

"The article describes you as an ambitious person, saying that you use food to win people's hearts and build a private army, with the aim of establishing an independent kingdom in the peripheral areas where UEG's control is weak."

"There are quite a few people discussing this now."

Murphy was silent for a few seconds.

"What about the Skynet surveillance system? They haven't detected anything?"

"Detected."

Garcia's voice carried a hint of helplessness. "But sir, you previously set up physical barriers to Skynet in order to circumvent MOSS. By the time we realized this and sent people to deal with it manually, it had already spread."

"And this time the method was very professional," Garcia added. "These people even edited together videos of your previous speeches at the relief window, added subtitles, and explained them sentence by sentence."

Upon hearing this, Murphy frowned.

The car drove into the factory gate and stopped in front of the office building on the third floor.

Murphy opened the car door and strode upstairs. Garcia followed behind, tablet in hand, continuing his report.

"Sir, the tricky part now is that several local small media outlets that used to have a good relationship with us have also started reprinting this content."

"Also, Mr. Thomas just called and said that someone is trying to find out about you through internal UEG channels."

Murphy pushed open the office door and sat down behind his desk.

Garcia placed the tablet in front of him, and on the screen was the article attacking Murphy.

The article is written very professionally.

The article begins by acknowledging the contributions of Mo's Energy in the relief efforts, then abruptly shifts to present a large amount of data to demonstrate that Mo's Energy's expansion speed and scale have far exceeded the needs of a normal private energy company.

Its core argument is just one.

Murphy appears to be a philanthropist, but in reality, he is taking advantage of the window of opportunity presented by the loosening of UEG policies and social unrest to win over people's hearts and cultivate a private army, with the intention of establishing his own independent kingdom in the Houston area.

Furthermore, an open-ended question was left at the end of the article.

After the solar helium flash crisis is over, will "Mr. Murphy" still be content to be just an ordinary energy businessman?

This kind of ambiguous topic is very likely to spark discussion, and there have been a lot of reposts and comments under the article.

The comments section was polarized.

However, most people believe that Murphy would not do that.

After all, this kind of thing is basically public knowledge in the United States, just like school shootings, and everyone has become accustomed to it.

Few people died, and the deaths were not even reported.

But this is indeed a bad omen.

Murphy quickly glanced through the list, and after a while, he looked at Garcia.

"Have you found out who's behind this?"

Garcia shook his head.

"Not yet. Those accounts that posted the earliest articles were all newly registered, using multiple layers of proxies for their IP addresses—their technical methods are very professional. However, sir, judging from the source of the data in the articles, it's quite possible that someone could obtain such detailed information and spread the articles to such an extent in such a short time..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but Murphy already understood.

Murphy tapped his fingers lightly twice on the table.

Several faces flashed through my mind.

Recently, his company has expanded rapidly, but he has always kept a low profile and has not made many enemies.

Even if they exist, they are at most small websites.

But how could these useless people possibly obtain detailed information, let alone inquire about him through internal channels?

After much thought, Murphy could only think of Betty Warren, the woman whose proposal he had rejected.

If it really is her...

Murphy opened his eyes, his gaze falling on the gray sky outside the window.

"Garcia".

"Yes, sir."

"From now on, we will increase the frequency of capturing external information. As long as it is a public opinion trend that is related to us, no matter how big or small, we will summarize it as soon as possible."

"Yes."

"Also, inform Mullen to increase patrols around the factory and various relief windows to prevent anyone from taking the opportunity to cause trouble."

"clear."

"Also, could you make an appointment with Betty, the one from the Austin summit? I'd like to invite her for coffee."

"Yes, sir."

After Garcia left, Murphy continued to speak.

"Skynet, get Betty Warren's information, the more detailed the better. Including all her public statements, voting records, and social relationships over the past few years."

"Yes, Master."

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

In one of the few remaining upscale restaurants in Houston, Murphy was sitting by the window, while Wilson stood two steps behind him, scanning the few other customers in the restaurant.

Not long after, the restaurant door creaked open, and Betty Warren, wearing sky-high heels, pushed it open and entered. Half a step behind her, her secretary, Linda Wu, followed closely.

Betty glanced around and saw Murphy, who had already arrived, and couldn't help but snort.

Although Betty made no attempt to hide her disdain as soon as she entered, Murphy seemed oblivious and still politely invited her to sit down.

"Ms. Betty, thank you for coming."

"How could I possibly refuse Mr. Murphy's invitation?"

Her voice was neither loud nor soft, but her tone was extremely strange, with an inexplicable sense of condescension.

Linda stopped beside her, her gaze sweeping over Murphy's face before landing on Wilson. The two looked at each other for a second without saying a word.

Murphy didn't mind, and simply gestured to the waiter.

"Ms. Betty, what would you like to drink? The coffee here is pretty good; I heard the beans are shipped directly from one of the few remaining plantations in South America."

"coffee?"

Betty scoffed at this, "Coffee? You can't drink coffee? You should be drinking those leaves."

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