Becoming an Emperor Starting from the World of The Wandering Earth

After doing all this, Murphy straightened up and faced the reporters who had been pointing their cameras at him.

"You just asked me why I objected? This is the reason."

Murphy pointed in the direction where the mother and daughter had disappeared, and then pointed to the desolate city outline shrouded in rain.

"If private enterprises like mine are shut down and factories are closed, what will happen to the workers who support their families? What will happen to those who rely on welfare to survive? What will happen to people like that little girl and her mother?"

"They are human beings too, and ordinary people's lives matter. Without their jobs and that meager amount of food, they will go hungry, they will get sick, and they will freeze to death on some rainy night as cold as today."

The room fell silent immediately after he said this.

Immediately, a strong chorus of approval and applause erupted from some bystanders, homeless people, or supporters who had rushed over after hearing the news, who were originally just watching from the periphery of the crowd.

"Well said, Mr. Murphy!"

"We need jobs! We need to survive!"

"Oppose the cuts! Support Mr. Murphy!"

The scene became quite heated, even to the point of being somewhat out of control.

Seeing this, Murphy raised his hand and pressed it down.

He stood there in the rain, the icy rain sliding down his hair, but Murphy showed no sign of annoyance.

"Quiet, everyone, please be quiet and listen to me."

The crowd gradually calmed down, and pairs of eyes were fixed on him.

"That lady and her child, and many of you," Murphy's gaze slowly swept over the crowd below.

"You are not numbers, not costs that can be crossed off at will on a report. You are people, fathers, mothers, children, the people who built this building, laid those pipes, and produced the energy we depend on for survival."

"The Mountain Moving Project doesn't rely on cold data and steel, but on countless hands like these, on you."

"I don't want to see anyone die. I don't want to see anyone collapse from hunger, from cold, from being deprived of their last shred of hope. The outside world is cruel enough; why should we be crueler to our own people?"

Murphy stretched out his arms as if to embrace everyone in front of him.

"I hope everyone can survive, survive with dignity, with a job, and with the warmth of a family! My factory may be small, and the help I can provide may be limited, but as long as I'm still standing, the door there will be open, the lights will be on, there will be a bowl of hot soup, a job, and a chance to live!"

"This isn't charity; it's something we should give to each other! Because we are all human beings, and we all want to live and see tomorrow!"

After a brief silence, the crowd exploded like a powder keg that had been lit!

"Mr. Murphy!!!"

"God, did you hear that? He said we should all live!"

"Thank you! Thank you for still treating us like human beings!!"

"Mr. Murphy! Take us with you!"

Seeing the excited crowd, Murphy didn't say anything more. He simply nodded to the reporters, and then, escorted by security personnel who rushed over, got into the car that had come to pick him up and quickly left.

Soon after, two videos and a series of photos began circulating online.

One scene shows Betty Warren coldly refuting the reporter and hurriedly leaving.

Another segment shows Murphy taking off his coat and giving it to a little girl, handing her his business card, and conducting an interview in the rain.

What followed was an internet boom, and more and more information about Murphy and Murphy Energy was unearthed.

For more than a year, Murphy has been using company profits to keep the two relief windows running.

He also recruited a large number of homeless people and unemployed people who had nowhere else to turn and put them into the factory, providing them with food, lodging and meager wages.

There are even photos and blurry records of meals in the factory canteen and workers receiving supplies.

These messages were like sparks thrown into boiling oil, instantly igniting a raging fire.

Meanwhile, in a suite at a still-operating luxury hotel in Austin, Murphy changed into a dry bathrobe, held a steaming cup of synthetic coffee, and stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

Outside the window, there were scattered city lights and an endless curtain of dark rain in the distance, while inside the room, a projector on the wall was continuously playing local news reports.

The footage alternates between shots of him giving a speech in front of the Parliament building and rescuing a little girl, and shots of Betty Warren leaving with a cold expression.

Even the scrolling text and the tone of the news anchors were filled with praise for the ordinary hero Murphy and skepticism towards the cold bureaucrat Betty.

Watching the replay of his own emotional moment on the screen, and the almost unanimous wave of support online, Murphy couldn't help but smile, which eventually turned into a hearty laugh.

"Hehe...hahaha..." Murphy shook his head, placed the coffee cup on the low table next to him, and was in a great mood.

Indeed, the information that was unearthed did not appear out of thin air.

After leaving the Capitol, he immediately gave instructions to Garcia, who remained in Houston.

She was instructed to utilize the company's existing resources and channels to generate as much buzz as possible about his actions in front of the Capitol.

The result was even better than he had expected.

With a slight thought, the online store appeared.

Host: Murphy

Current Faith Points: 4503

Current redemption level: 1

After this hype, his faith points skyrocketed from a few hundred to over four thousand five hundred!

Moreover, it is slowly jumping upwards at a rate of a few or a dozen points per minute.

But Murphy's smile only lasted a moment before it slowly faded.

He stared at the constantly changing numbers, his eyes regaining their usual calm and calculating expression.

This surge of faith came quickly and intensely, but like a summer downpour, if this surge of traffic cannot be sustained and transformed into a lasting source of faith, it will falter.

Then it will quickly fade away as the news hype subsides, and if any negative news about him emerges later, it will have a negative impact.

Murphy strolled over to the sofa and sat down, his fingers unconsciously tapping the leather armrest.

"4503...that's enough to buy quite a lot of things," Murphy thought to himself.

4503 Faith Points may not seem like much, but if he spends them all, he could even buy a Raider Drone and a White Chest.

These Predator drones are no ordinary drones; they're the same ones used to attack the space elevator in the movie.

With a wingspan of 8.3 meters, a length of 8 meters, and a height of approximately 1.9 meters, it employs a combined hybrid power system and is equipped with a turret for a 3-barrel 20mm cannon. It also carries 4 infrared imaging-guided short-range air-to-air missiles on each side of the fuselage.

It can not only take off vertically, but also engage in highly maneuverable air combat.

Buying one would undoubtedly greatly enhance his military strength.