Miss President wants to talk to you

Yes, I'm already at rock bottom; no matter which way I go, it's all upwards.

Thus, the book "Miss President Wants to Talk to You" was born.

To be honest, the book's performance was mediocre; it didn't even have 500 favorites when it reached 100,000 words.

I thought to myself, "That's fine, even if the first subscription is only 100, I can still keep writing."

It's just a matter of starting from scratch.

I'm mentally prepared.

But later, the situation changed a little.

After the smart push came, although the number of favorites still increased very slowly, the ratio of favorites to followers remained very stable.

This shows that while the book's subject matter and opening were not particularly appealing, the subsequent plot was quite good.

this is a good news.

Although I still don't think I've returned to my original level, what I write is better than the garbage I used to produce.

take it easy.

With everyone's support, at least we can see hope now, can't we?

……

This book will be available next Wednesday.

After it's published, it will be updated twice a day, but the word count of each chapter will be increased to 6000 words, and there will be no fewer than 4 chapters with illustrations.

The accompanying images will be installed within six hours of the update, as it is indeed quite troublesome to run.

Finally, thank you again for your continued support!

I believe everything will get better! Let's go!

Chapter 81: The Norton Federation Will Be Destroyed Sooner or Later

Eleanor stood beside an inconspicuous black sedan, with only two assistants behind her.

The passenger ship's gangway slowly descended.

The first to disembark were ordinary passengers, who walked in twos and threes toward the customs channel.

Eleanor's gaze swept past the crowd and landed on the top of the gangway.

Soon, two men wearing dark gray overcoats came into view.

Based on the information previously sent by Red Luo, Eleanor easily identified them.

Walking in front was Anton Yudintsev, a thin man who looked like a high school teacher.

The woman behind her, Nikitabuyanov, was robust, with a round face and a full beard—a typical Sichuan beauty.

Eleanor went to meet him.

"Mr. Yudintsev? Mr. Buyanov?"

He extended his hand, saying, "I am Eleanor Hopkins, in charge of your reception. Welcome to the Norton Federation."

"Hello there!"

Anton also extended his hand and shook hands with Eleanor.

His Nortonian had a strong Rossian accent, but his delivery was still fairly fluent.

Behind Anton, Nikita silently observed Eleanor in front of him.

Even though she had never met him in person, Nikita recognized him at a glance.

This person's photo has recently been appearing frequently in the Red Alliance's internal briefings.

Ellino Hopkins.

Special Assistant to the President.

One of the most watched young figures in the White House.

Nikita had no idea that he would be the one to receive her.

But on second thought, it makes perfect sense.

Ultimately, Eleanor's position wasn't high; his power stemmed from Rosef's trust, not from the position itself.

This means that his identity is highly flexible.

We shouldn't assume that Eleanor's arrival at the airport represents a certain attitude from the federal government.

This is a bit tricky...

Nikita thought to herself.

As a pioneer representing the Red Alliance in contacting the Norton Federation.

Anton and Nikita naturally came with a mission.

[The Norton Federation should take the initiative to formally request the Red Alliance to send a high-ranking representative with full authority to discuss bilateral relations.]

This was the highest directive they had received.

The federal government must speak first.

The higher-ups are extremely concerned about who takes the initiative first.

This is because it not only relates to public opinion, but also represents a political narrative.

The Red Alliance did not beg the Norton Federation for recognition.

[It was only because the Norton Federation finally realized it couldn't do without the Red Alliance that it took the initiative to invite them.]

The league's leadership wants to see this outcome.

Eleanor was well aware of this.

Not only that, he also saw something deeper.

Over the past few days, he repeatedly checked various details with the system, and combined them with various cases he had seen in his previous life.

Eleanor finally identified the Red Roc as a political entity with a significant diplomatic presence.

In short, it's just one sentence.

Rossians are very concerned about their image.

In formal terms, they are very concerned about their status as a major power.

To maintain this status, they are willing to pay a huge price.

But if you take the initiative to protect their pride, you may sometimes receive unexpected rewards.

The billions in subsidies given to Xun Duoduo in his previous life were not a joke.

The same applies to this particular contact.

When Red Guards set foot on Federation soil for the first time, they will be more sensitive to the Federation's attitude than one might imagine.

Having understood this, Eleanor knew how to get along with them.

"The vehicle is ready."

Eleanor said, "You two should go to your lodgings and rest first, and then start work in the afternoon."

"No need to rest."

Without a second thought, Anton refused outright.

“We slept well on the ship and can begin the verification immediately.”

Nikita nodded in agreement.

"That's right! Look at the person first, then the things!"

First, look at the person?

Eleanor asked, "Do you want to see Barannikov first?"

"Yes."

Anton said, "Photos and fingerprints can only confirm basic identity."

“There are some things we have to verify with him in person.”

Eleanor glanced at the two of them.

It seems that Hongluo's attitude towards this case is indeed quite serious.

"Then get in the car."

……

The black sedan drove away from the port.

Anton sat in the back row on the left, with his briefcase always on his lap and his hand pressing down on the lid.

Nikita sat on the right, looking out the window the whole way.

The Metropolitan Port Area is one of the most densely populated areas of immigrants in the entire Union.

Along the streets, signs in various languages ​​are mixed together.

Brittany, Yiddish, Apennine, Bologna.

There are also many Cyrillic letters among them.

Bakery, tailor shop, Orthodox church, underground tavern.

On the windows of some buildings, there are still double-headed eagle ornaments from the Old Rossian Empire.

Anton and Nikita looked out the window.

These elements already seemed somewhat unfamiliar to them.